“We got a man in the back and need somewhere to take him,” Keir says, straight to business. “You did offer Onyx’s help when we got your approval. So, help.”
Wow. Not even a please.
“Okay, okay, my cars down the other road,” I say, nodding toward the far side of the house. “You guys can follow me to my temporary residence.”
“Dario will go with you.”
Dario flashes me a megawatt grin.
“Aye, aye, captain.” I mock-salute Keir before turning on my heel.
Dario follows, practically bouncing.
“So, sugar, want to cause a little trouble before we meet up with the guys again?”
He winks.
“In your dreams, cupcake.” I bat my lashes at him, syrupy sweet.
He laughs, but when I veer toward the house, his amusement falters.
“Where are you going?”
I arch a brow. “To get my weapons. Obviously.”
Dario snickers as I roll my eyes. “Lucky for you, I have them right here.”
He hands me my dagger and gun.
My baby. With its emerald encrusted black handle, it’s definitely the prettiest dagger father got me.
I sigh in relief, running my fingers along the blade.
“A man after my own heart, it seems.”
Dario’s grin widens as we continue toward my car.
And something tells me I just stumbled into a lot more than I bargained for.
Chapter 9
Dario
We were fucked. Completely and fully.
Selene was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, even covered in bruises and blood.
She was like a nightmare and a dream wrapped up in a curvy, lean body that made my cock hard as a rock.
We climb into her car—a blacked-out Charger just as hot as she is.
I let out a low whistle. “Damn, sweet cheeks, you got great taste.”
She laughs, breathy and light, a sharp contrast to the manic chuckle she let out earlier when she told that Russian prick he fought like a little bitch.
“I appreciate the compliment, and I’m sure Betty does too.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Betty?”
