“Let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up,” I whisper, kissing the back of her hands.
“I don’t have anything to change into. Hendrick, I just want to go home. Please!” she begs me.
“I know, Little one, but for now, I need you to stay here so I can be sure that you're safe.”
“How will you know if I’m safe? If what you’ve told me is true, then is there anywhere I can go to get away from them?” she wonders, her question is directed more to herself than to me.
I pull her up to where she’s standing before lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the hidden elevator at the back of my office. The doors open immediately and I step in, holding Evora close to my chest. She has my shirt fisted in her hand with her eyes closed. The elevator dings letting us into my home that is a stark contrast from my office.
Once in the foyer, I step into a large open room with the kitchen to my left, and a sunken living room to my right. I walk through the room and down the hall. On the left side are my bathroom and home office, and the spare bedrooms are on the right. The master is at the end of the hall with an ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet attached. Everything here is done in tones of warm brown, tan, and beige. It’s comfortable and calming in a world full of cold and war.
“Your home is beautiful. So different from your office,” Evora tells me as she observes my home.
“Let’s get you showered,” I say.
“Thank you, Hendrick, for more than I can say right now.”
“Shower. I’ll bring you a change of clothes.” I’m a man of few words when I don’t have a clue what to say.
I set Evora on her feet, showing her all the controls on the shower before leaving her to take care of herself. I grab a tee shirt and a pair of gym shorts for her to wear. I knock swiftly on the door before pushing my way back into the room. The sight before me causes my cock to go rock hard. Standing with her back to me is Evora with water running down her body, touching and tracing all the places I want to with my tongue and fingers. Placing the clothes on the counter, I step forward, placing my hands on the glass. The vibration of my phone in my pocket stops my run-away thoughts in their tracks.
I step out of the bathroom putting the phone to my ear, not checking to see who is calling.
“Yes?” I bark.
“What a mess you’ve created for me boy,” the man on the other side of the line states, sounding utterly pissed off.
“There wouldn’t have been a mess had you not sent your men after me,” I counter as I lean back against the wall outside the bathroom. Not willing to go far in case Evora needs me.
“I can’t have the Boogeyman just running around killing people in the middle of my parties, can I? It sets a bad precedent,” he states, his voice on the verge of yelling.
“And why not? Isn’t that what the Mafia does? Hell, isn’t that what I was taught and trained to do?” I question, bored and already over this phone call.
“Don’t get smart with me. Do you have any fucking clue who that man was? What was in the works for the family?” he questions, shouting now.
“I don’t rightly give a fuck who or what he was. He had his hands on something I wanted, and I decided to take it.” Giving zero fuck’s if my words are going to irritate him further or not. It’s not my problem, it’s his.
The sound of the door opening pulls my attention to Evora as she exits the bathroom in my clothes. A rush of ownership and possessiveness washes over me hard and fast. At this moment, I know that I’ll never be able to let her go. I just have to find a way to get her to understand that. I hold my hand out for her. She takes it like every time before, allowing me to pull her into me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight to my chest.
I’m brought back to the conversation at hand when the boss's next words infiltrate my clouded mind. “Just remember boy, secrets never stay buried, and if you have enough money at your disposal, you can always get the answer you want and need.” I can hear the smirk in his voice just as the line goes dead.
I fist a hand in the back of Evora’s hair, turning her face up to mine, kissing her hard and fast, needing her lips on mine for just another moment. Evora moans in my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I finally break away, looking into the desire flaming to life in her eyes.
“Do you trust me?” I query, needing to hear her say it.
“I trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone my entire life. I don’t know why, and I don’t understand it, but I know even with the monster in the shadows, that hurting me isn’t something that you can do. Well, I mean unless it’s for pleasure.” She winks, standing on her toes to bring her mouth level with mine.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
EVORA
Deciding to be brave,I stand on my toes, placing my lips on his. Hendrick growls, grabbing me at the back of my legs picking me up so that I can wrap my legs around his narrow waist. He strides over to the bed, never removing his mouth from mine. He leans on his knees, laying me onto the bed. Hendrick leans back onto his heels, looking at me.
He reaches forward, grabbing the collar of his white shirt, ripping it down the middle laying me bare to him. He runs his hands down my chest cupping my breast in his large hands squeezing them gently. I arch up into his touch, seeking more.
“So pale, and so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning forward to take a nipple into his mouth.
“More, Hendrick, I need more,” I beg, squirming underneath him.
