Tina swallowed his cock as soon as she had it free, licking the cum off his skin like it was the finest chocolate in the world. Enzo thrust his hips, jabbing her throat, and snatched up a handful of her hair. “Where do I find Tyler?”
Tina’s eyes bulged as she tried to answer around his cock.
Enzo eased back until just the tip held her mouth open.
“Gone,” she gagged out.
He tugged free. “Where?”
“Some business out of state. I heard the other Doms talking.”
Enzo tossed her to the ground like the used fuck doll she was and zipped up his dick. He left the club and drove straight to his father’s, no,hisoffice, making several calls despite the fact it was well past midnight. His cyber guy came through in a matter of minutes. Tyler Davis, the man who topped Mia, had jetted out on a commercial flight to Denver, Colorado. It was a thin lead, but more than they’d had in months.
Although likely pulled from sleep, his boys were at the office when he arrived as expected. At least they still showed him some respect. Fewer of them to get rid of. “Amelia Kincaid might be in Colorado. Who can we get out there?”
His cousin, Francis, who preferred to go by Franco, crossed his arms. “We should let this drop, Enzo. Let sleeping dogs lie. Business is good. No court case is good. As long as there’s no trial, we don’t have a problem. Bodies—especiallythatgirl—are only gonna bring trouble to the family.”
“Family?” he asked quietly. The other men in the room stepped back, leaving Francis to face Enzo alone. Smart boys. “What the fuck do you know about family? You’d let that filthy whore get away with killing my father.”
Francis might be next in line to lead the family, but he wasn’t in charge and never would be. Enzo’s Aunt Vera raised a fucking pussy.
“She didn’t kill anyone.” Francis had mistaken Enzo’s quiet voice as an invitation to argue. “He had a heart atta—”
Enzo squeezed his cousin’s throat closed before the words finished sliming out of the bastard’s mouth. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Amelia Kincaid fucking killed him. I want a man out there now. If she’s anywhere in Colorado, find her and finish this.” Enzo looked around the room, meeting the eyes of everyone standing there as his cousin’s face turned red from lack of air. “I’m in charge of this family. We’re doing this my way.”
He dropped Francis, who crumpled to his knees while coughing in air.
Enzo considered kicking him.
Watery fear-filled eyes met his gaze. That was better.
“We’ll take care of her,” Francis croaked out.
FIVE
Tyler
I yawnand shift on the bed—and freeze. A cloud of chestnut hair, soft as silk, covers my bare chest. Amy’s leg is dangerously close to my morning wood. I’ve dreamed of her like this more times than I can count since meeting her, but waking up with her wrapped around me is better than I ever imagined. Although in my dreams she wasn’t wearing full-length pajamas.
I pet her soft hair. Relish the heat of her pussy against my leg. Cherish this stolen moment of intimacy. But before I can release the fantasy that this could be my life and get my body under control, she’s blinking her sweet brown eyes at me.
“What are youreallydoing here?”
I never figured out how to let you go.
I clench my jaw as I search for an answer that doesn’t make me sound paranoid, possessive, or perverted. I’m probably all three—but in a good way.
“You could have just emailed. Pretty sure that’s what myassigned handler, Marshal Clemmons, would’ve done.” She sits up. “Instead, you retired and got on a plane?”
She’s not wrong. I left everything in St. Louis—my job, my house, my friends—for a woman. But it’sthiswoman. Even in those ridiculous pink and baby blue flannel pajamas, she’s stunning. Her curves call to me. She’s soft, subtle, and the perfect sub. I want her under my hand once more. Under my body for the first time.
Her warm gaze locks on mine. The light in the room slowly grows, and the flecks of amber become more obvious. I’m obsessed with her. Though I’ve known her for years, I don’treallyknow her, but I want to. Even when I visited in the past, I let her keep me at a distance. But I can’t wait any longer. I want to make my wife mine, but I can’t tell her all that. “I couldn’t leave you out here unprotected.”
She folds back the covers and swings her legs out.
“You have no idea how much risk you’re in,” I say to her back as she pulls clothes from what would be a coat closet in any other room. She has this entire B and B, yet she sleeps in the small attic with a basic queen bed. Does she always minimize her needs?
Her gaze stabs me when she turns. “How can I be at more risk now? The trial isn’t going to happen. No one’s going to jail. No one knows my name or where I am. So unless you totally suck at your job, how am I at risk?”
