“Why would Daddy care what you were doing? And why would he send Toni’s second cousin?”
“Henry needed a job. He was good with cameras. Lion agreed to pay him well, even though he knew there was a chance Henry would get caught.”
“That doesn’t explain why you have him in there— or why you cut off his arms.” I’m mad now. What a stupid, stupid excuse.
“Blood of Toni. And I know he works with an enemy of mine, he’s just not talking.”
“What enemy? He never said anything about Toni while we were down there.”
Draco scoffs. “Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want you to know. Makes it easier for you to rescue him. But you won’t be doing that, because you won’t be going to the shed. And Toni isn’t the enemy I’m talking about.”
Hernandez.
“He knows I loved Toni,” I state boldly.
Draco turns around fully, nostrils flared now. “Don’t say that shit around me.” He storms past me, into the closet.
I turn with him. “Well, I did love him. And you can’t change that, Draco.”
“No?” He tugs down a white T-shirt from a neatly folded stack, picking up a pair of jeans next, and then walking around me to place the clothes down on the bed. When he’s done with that, he looks at me again and steps closer.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he reels me in. His mouth runs across mine and a buzz rides through my body. The buzz is hot and thick and hard to ignore, making my skin tingle. He hasn’t touched me like this in a long time. Not since what happened in the cellar. “You loved a man that didn’t love you, Gianna,” he murmurs when his lips come up to my ear.
I snatch my body away from him. “You don’t know what we had.”
“A hit man like Trigger Toni is incapable of love. If you made him angry enough, he would have probably killed you too.”
“Shut up,” I snap.
“It’s the truth and you know it. You’ve seen him react. He proved himself quite dangerous, no?”
“Shut up!”
Draco grimaces and jerks me forward again. He grabs my hair and wrenches my head back with a heavy tug. He does it so my mouth is angled up and my eyes are only on him.
“I see you got some of your fire back.” He smirks and I want to slap it right off of his beautifully twisted face. “The sooner you get over him, the better, niñita.”
“What did he do to you?” I pant, grimacing back.
“He ruined my fucking life. That’s what he did.”
“How?! You’re still standing here. You’re still alive and he’s not. Tell me how!”
“You’re not ready to know how just yet.” He snatches his hand away and walks to the bathroom again. He unbuttons his khakis and they drop down around his ankles. When he reaches for the hem of his briefs and his eyes meet mine, I jerk my gaze away and walk to my side of the bed.
I hear the shower door open and then close. There is an uncomfortable silence . . . for a while anyway.
“Gianna. Come here,” he calls.
I frown, looking toward the bathroom. “Why?”
“Come. Now.”
Rolling my eyes, I walk to the bathroom, spotting his opaque silhouette from the doorway.
“Shut the door.”
I shut it, but don’t come any closer.
“Get undressed and come in the shower with me.”
“I already took one this morning,” I respond with folded arms.
“Well, come and take another one. I won’t say it again.”
I can’t help the second roll of my eyes. He stands beneath the stream and pushes his wet hair out of his face.
I can’t fight. I can’t resist. I have to remember that. I need him wrapped around my finger, and that starts with doing whatever he wants me to do. For right now, anyway.
He already has people calling me Patrona. Their boss? That’s progress.
I get undressed rather slowly and then make my way to the shower door. He pushes it open, welcoming me in without saying a word. His hard eyes travel up and down my body, locking on my breasts and especially the area between my thighs.
He steps beneath the water so I can get in. I watch it cascade over him and his hard, sculpted muscles, but his eyes are still open. It falls through his hair and down his face, running over his full lips and flared nostrils.
He always looks so serious and hostile, even during the calm moments. I’m starting to think that’s just the way his face was made.
I close the shower door and as soon as I do, he steps forward and wraps his hands around my middle. He pulls me back into him, and I feel his hard cock pressing on my ass.
“I hate when you try to hide from me,” he rasps in my ear.