“So, wait…the Batmobileworked? You’re kidding. You haven’t brought a boy home in years.” I glanced at dad and sighed, closing my eyes and putting my napkin in my plate.
“Dad, I didn’t drive the hearse. And no, he’s not my boyfriend. He just helped me with some stuff this morning.”
“I’ll say…” Greg mumbled.
“Alright. We’re done here.” I got up, grabbing my plate and Mom whined from the end of the table.
“Baby, we’re just curious, is all. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just excited. Relationship or not, we’d love to meet him. Will you just think about it?”
“Sure. I gotta go. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
No way in hell am I about to make that leap. Never gonna happen. No matter how good that shit was downstairs today, or how much Malek learns on all the ways he can read me…fucking is about all this could ever be. He’s a murderer. A hit man with a really dangerous family. I can’t involve my folks in this. Some part of me felt heavy when I went to go clean my dishes. Even heavier when I scooped some of the food that wasn’t brought tothe table into a couple of containers to take to mynot-boyfriendand his sister.
I left in more of a hurry than I tried to thirty minutes ago.
CHAPTER 14
The Executioner
I haven’t been in this good a mood since—well…a long time, I guess.
I dunno what I was expecting when I pulled that stunt with Seven this morning. That’s a lie. I did have expectations, I just didn’t think they’d turn out as well as they did. Topping it off with that milkshake was the literal cherry on my morning, although I forgot all about the whipped cream part of it before I hid in the basement. Images of my cum dripping through her, ping-ponged around my thoughts and I smiled to myself, sliding my sunglasses on in the early noon sunlight.
Maybe I didn’t forget the cream after all.
We’re back to our regularly scheduled program, it seems, and I’m actually fine with that. Leads me to believe it’s safe to take this a step further after giving her a taste of what I’m capable of, aside from the shit that should have scared her off. Okay, so maybe my pursuit has more to do with that, but who cares? She wanted it. Shelovedit. She showed me a thing or two about how much control she’s gonna maintain in whatever this is between us, and it really only makes me want her more. I’vepatted, more than I’ve scratched an itch I’ve had since I laid eyes on Seven Grey, and I really hope that this was a step in a direction that keeps leading her back to me. Fuck, I’ve never seen a woman come like that. I’ve never seen one ride a cock with that kind of buried anger, either…but what a way to find an outlet. Holy shit. I don’t have the details on whatever blokeshave jilted her over the years, but I could fucking see it in the way she takes it out on Mr. Floppy.
Now I just need to convince her to make me that outlet instead.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, driving towards her apartment. Why does my radio always sync up with anything that has to do with her? She might not have shook me all night long, but I damn sure want her to. I heard my phone going off in the cup holder and knew it was probably Bridget, bored out of her mind and wondering how long it’s gonna be before I get there with what I told her I was bringing her from sweet little Desiree’s cafe. Only it wasn’t…
“Dec?”
“Mornin’ mate. You sound chipper. Chop up a preacher or somethin’?”
I smiled, sliding my tongue over my lip ring and tasting some leftover Seven. “Or somethin’.”
“Dare I ask?”
“Not if you wanna keepyoursomethin’.”
“Ah, I follow. Good on you.”
“You have no idea. What’s up?”
“Don’t wanna ruin your mood, pal…but the boss is comin’ down heavy on us to get you a message.”
My smile instantly faded. “What message?”
“Wants to see you in person. Just you. Not Bridget.”
“Where?”
“There’s a restaurant he used to take your Ma to, not far from—”
“I know where he is. Tell him I’m coming. Let him know if anybody tries anything, I’ll hide Bridget so far away from this shite-hole that he’ll never fucking see her again.”
“Crystal clear, brother. You strapped?”
