Emilio’s warm breath caressed the shell of her ear, and he rained kisses along her jaw.
She automatically turned into him and met his wet lips to savour hers.
"He had his chance, baby, now it’s my turn.” The rumble of his sexy masculine voice reached through the refreshing air and landed on her skin with a rush of prickles.
She sucked in her lower lip as the pads of his fingers grazed her cheek with affectionate tenderness.
23
Carl sat in his new accommodation with a glock in one hand and a vodka on ice in the other.
“No one gets the better of me,” he spat with venom dripping off his tongue like a poisonous snake.
He had chosen a new outfit from the expensive fashion boutique on the Lisburn Road. A pretty little blonde thing had served him.
She fell foul to his handsome features and suave stature. With a slight touch of his arm she had shamelessly giggled and flirted. He was pumped full of bravado and feeling on top of the fucking world.
Together they selected a black fitted shirt with white stitched seam and black trousers, completing the perfect revenge ensemble that would mask blood spatters. He told her he was trying to win back his ex and had big plans…but left out the part that he was going to blow a hole in a few guys first.
His mission was clear. Take out the fuckers who stole from him and those who helped them do it. Donna Marie was on his hit list.
The smutty woman who ran Verto Veneri for Marcus Fucking McGrath. She stone walled him, investigated him and more than likely offered to testify against him.
But Marcus was the son of a bitch who took Lana. His medalling put him in prison with the sicko’s.
That being said, Carl’s time behind bars had proven to be very rewarding. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever imagined that he could make alliances with the tough guys in remand.
But he did. He shook hands with the low lifes who offered him a wing of protection in exchange for a hefty financial reward wired straight to their accounts. And low and behold, his protection became a reality.
They gave him information to help him take on those cocky McGrath brother’s, and he knew exactly where to start.
24
The chauffeur driven car pulled up outside Villa Veronica. Emilio held back deliberately waiting for the driver to open the door.
An orange glow from the setting sun kissed the darkened car interior, bringing humid air with it. Emilio reached his hand out and assisted her exit.
Standing tall, he fluttered tiny kisses along her shoulder, initiating a shower of goose bumps down her spine. She smiled inwardly.
“Come back with me tonight?” he growled into the crook of her neck.
His tongue traced the curve of her jugular. She laughed nervously when a low grunt reverberated from his throat.
The idea of using Emilio to get a reaction from Marcus was a childish game, nevertheless she toyed with the idea. Emilio’s offer was tempting, but her heart was wrapped around Marcus. Emilio was just a sexy distraction.
“Not tonight, Emilio. I’m tired.” She leant into him and placed a light kiss on his cheek.
He trailed his fingers from the parting at her forehead, down a strand of hair and tucked it neatly behind her ear. “Of course, baby. But as I said earlier, it’s my chance with you now.”
His lips parted and he waited a breath away. She was caged in his arms and tight against his hard body. She held her breath, anticipating his touch.
He tilted in and seared her lips with a hard scorching kiss. Cupping her buttocks with his hands he squeezed her hips into his hardness. She had to admit, the guy sure knew how to kiss.
Freddy cleared his throat. “Excuse me, can Ipleaseget out of the car,” he called from inside the Maserati.
Their lips smacked apart. “See you tomorrow,” she muttered through open fingers as they padded her swollen lips.
He winked. “Buona notte, Lana. Good night.” A wicked grin stretched his cheeks.
