Jade drank more water. “We know now he wasn’t the FBI.”
I shoved my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shown up at your work.”
Her nose twitched as she pinned me with her sultry green eyes. “You’re not pulling that shit on me again. You’re not shutting me out.”
I reached over and grasped her cold, soft fingers. “You’re not safe.”
Her cheeks reddened. “You don’t know for sure if he was shooting at you.”
I was more than certain that man had been trying to kill me. When I’d popped up to help the old lady, he’d fired again. “The dude who busted me up in prison said there’s a contract out on my head.”
She gasped. “Who? Why?”
“Tito Alvarez, my old boss’s brother. I suspect he doesn’t want me to see the light of day.”
A crease formed in between her dark eyebrows, a sign I knew well. That meant she had a thousand thoughts going through her head. “Why wait six years?”
That was the million-dollar question. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Do you know for sure it’s Tito Alvarez?” She twirled locks of her hair around her finger, and suddenly getting shot at took a back seat. I wanted to play with her hair like I’d done many times when we were lying on the grass at the local park, talking about nothing and everything.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure what I know except I didn’t kill Hector.”
She held her head high. “I know.”
I reared back. “Did Kelton find something to confirm I didn’t?”
She leaned in, batting her lashes. “No, but I know you. You’ve done a ton of bad shit, but murder isn’t one of them.”
My heart slammed into my ribs. If I wanted anyone to believe me, it was her.
Jade’s gaze drifted from me to the window. “What if the person who killed your boss wants you dead so you don’t find out the truth?”
“Tito wouldn’t off his own kin. The two were tight.” Although Hector had been known to take Tito down a notch in front of everyone, which hadn’t sat well with Tito. No matter how pissed off Tito had been at Hector, they were blood.
“Costa specifically said Tito put a hit out on me.”
She captured a nail in between her teeth. Suddenly, I wanted to be that nail. “What if the person trying to kill you wants you to believe it’s Tito?”
Suddenly, Duke came to mind, and I ground my back teeth together.
The waitress returned, setting the mugs down as a blender whirred behind the counter.
Jade lifted her cup to her lips. “Your mind is going round and round.”
The minute the strong espresso hit my tongue, a world of wow exploded in my mouth. The latte was rich, smooth, sweet, and was gold compared to the shit I’d had in prison. “I have so many things I want to do, but with the Feds wanting to shove me into a no-win situation—and now someone trying to kill me—I’m almost worse off now than before I went in.” Well, that wasn’t exactly true. I was free, and I was sitting across from a woman who held my heart in the palm of her hand. Those two things trumped the shit storm brewing around me.
She kept her mug close to her lips. “Kelton will help you find who the real killer is.”
Kelton, killers, and prison skipped town as my mind took a long hike back in time.
“God, Jay,” I said through a pained breath. “You’re killing me with those lips.”
She giggled as she continued to suck my cock in a janitor’s closet, dragging her nails over my balls.
I groaned loudly.
She batted her long lashes up at me. “Shh. Someone will hear us.”
