Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(165)

“He realized there was no way out. In a stupor, he took his life.”

“No, wait,” the deputy says again because he’s too drunk to say much else.

Dino maneuvers the deputy onto a chair in the adjoining dining room. He fires once against the side of the deputy’s head and then allows the body to fall. Looking over his work, he frowns.

“Where should I leave the gun?”

I take the weapon and set in the dead man’s hand. Adjusting it a few times, I want the gun to look natural in his grip. This isn’t CSI, and the scene just has to tell the story Black wants it to tell.

“There.”

“Let’s go before the neighbors call the remaining cops.”

We hurry out of the back door, around the house, and down the block where the car waits. The street remains quiet. In the few lit houses, TVs play loudly.

Dino drives us back to White Horse while I listen to the police chatter. Kids vandalizing the high school. A domestic dispute at Target. A large dog running around someone’s yard. Nothing on shots fired.

We dispose of the car and our clothes, leaving nothing for Black to find. Dino remains relatively silent until we walk three blocks from our dump site to the hotel.

Once we’re in the elevator, he says, “Fucking hallelujah! We can finally leave this dump and start our life.”

“Well not exactly.”

Dino sighs exasperated. “What now?”

“We have to make sure Black plays ball with Cooper. Oh, and get Ruby a new car.”

“Fucking shit f*ck.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I wait until his angry eyes focus on me.

“I don’t want a long engagement.”

Dino’s irritation fades. “No. I want to make things official quick.”

“We’ll get married in a small hall and serve spaghetti at the reception.”

Laughing, Dino kisses my forehead. He can’t wait to get out of White Horse, but this is the place where I fell in love. Despite what Dino says, I worry about what our relationship will look like in the real world.





27


Dino

The Long Goodbye

Minka’s fake accents are perfectly awful. I especially enjoy the Italian one she does while leaving a message for Black the day after we eliminate his two deputies. My fiancée sounds like Mario from the Nintendo games I played growing up.

“Tell the sheriff that Mister Cooper Johansson wants a meeting in the next two days. He can be reached at the following number.”

Minka gives Johansson’s burner number to the sheriff’s receptionist and then hangs up.

“I think Cooper will be very happy to negotiate with that spicy meatball,” she murmurs while still playing up her Mario voice.

“I love you,” I say, wrapping her in my arms. “But never ever do that accent in front of my mom or anyone back home.”

“You’re not such a spicy meatball when you whine.”

“I’ll look like a douche if you talk like this in front of people.”

“Wuss.”

“Promise.”

“I swear on the world’s supply of spaghetti.”

Pressing her back on the bed, I straddle her and take her ripe tits in my hands.

“Let’s take the rest of the day off.”

“You’re an incredibly lazy man.”

“I think you underestimate how much effort f*cking you takes. I pulled another muscle last night.”

Minka’s fingers dig into my thighs. “I remember that f*ck. You were so determined to have me hanging half off the bed.”

“I like the way your ass looks at that angle.”

“You’re a man who knows his priorities.”

I tug up her shirt and sigh. “I own these tits.”

Minka wants to say something. I can see the need to f*ck with me in her eyes. She looks at my fingers sliding under her black bra. Her gaze finds mine, and she only smiles.

“You’re so my bitch,” I say, and her nails dig deeper.

Grinning wider, I squeeze her hard nipples between my fingers. “Your silence means you agree.”

Minka narrows her eyes, but she refuses to respond.

“When you punched me that first day, I knew I’d teach you how to know your place.”

“That’s it,” she says, laughing and smacking away my hands. “I’m kicking your ass.”

She shoves me back on the bed and grabs a pillow.

“I do love a sexy pillow fight,” I say as she pelts me. “Your bra is holding you back. Allow me to help.”

Minka can’t stop laughing even after she tosses aside the pillow and devours my mouth with hers. She finally rolls off of me and laughs herself out.

“I’m in love with a dickhead.”

“Poor, Apples,” I murmur, sliding off her pants. “I feel your pain. And your wet *.”

“That’s laughing wetness. I’m not horny at all.”

“Mmm…”

My index finger dips inside her and finds the hot flesh sopping wet.

“Tastes good,” I say, sucking on my finger.

“Be quick about it. I have errands to run.” Minka lifts a leg and rests her foot over my shoulder. “You may serve me with your Italian sausage.”