Miles Away (Carrion #1)(55)
“Hey, Landy!” Rainey said in a high pitched voice. “Mind giving us a ride back to the house, I’m waaaaay too drunk to manage myself…”
“Us too!” Sonora yelled out as she raced ahead, teetering on her stiletto heels.
“Yo, Cap! Mind if we ride along? We walked over from my place on Royce Avenue.”
Guess I’m a f*cking cab service now, Landon thought.
Without even a nod of approval, Landon found himself with a carload of people, each of which reeked of alcohol and perfume. Sonora, who had hopped in the front passenger seat in her silver glitter mini-dress, was getting glitter all over the interior of Dustin’s car.
“He’s gonna f*cking kill me,” Landon griped quietly. “Now I gotta get the inside of his car detailed because princess has to wear a f*cking bag of glitter as a dress.”
“Landy!” Sonora squealed, clearly not hearing Landon’s complaints. “Take us to see Uncle Mikey!”
“Uncle Mikey, huh?” Landon said with a laugh. She made him sound so cuddly.
“Yup, let’s go…” Landon said wearily as Sonora cranked up the radio in Dustin’s car. As “Buffalo Stance” began to play, a groan ripped from his throat.
Before he pulled off, Landon pulled out his cell phone. Texting Letty, Landon typed, “Tell me you have him with you.”
Not thirty seconds later, Letty replied, “Yup. I got him. Safe and sound.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MILES WRAPPED HIS bath towel around his waist as he pulled a comb through his soaking wet black hair. Giving himself a once over, Miles walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Pushing open the door to Letty’s bedroom, he positioned himself in the doorway with a smoldering smile growing from his lips. Letty, who had cleared off the bed, peered down over her reading glasses at Miles as a bellowing laugh ripped from her mouth.
“Well look what the cat drug in,” Letty said from a pair of pursed lips as she glared at Miles. The look in her eyes was a lethal mixture of sex and scorn. Rage and redemption. Letty peered up at Miles with a pair of expectant eyes. Wearing an elegant white satin nightgown, Letty was even more beautiful than Miles remembered. Miles stared down at her, a look of pure need in his gaze.
“Miles Capadonno… Mmmmmm…Mmmmmm…. Mmmmmm. Blast from my f*cked up teenage past,” Letty said to Miles, eyeing him up and down, drinking him down like a delicious glass of chianti.
Letty is saucy. I like that in a woman. Letty doesn’t look anything like the sweet teenager I left behind. She is so much more now.
Moving her magazine off her lap, she placed it carefully on the nightstand beside her. Pulling back the covers, Letty patted the bed, and waved Miles on with a crook of her finger. Miles had a cocky look on his face as he crossed the room, not breaking eye contact with Letty.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” Letty said as she pulled Miles in bed with her. Curling her arms around his neck, Letty planted a kiss on Miles’s lips, taunting his animalistic nature out of its cage.
A growl resonated from Miles’s throat as he laughed, “I think I have an idea.”
Running his lips along the length of Letty’s jawline, Miles lost himself in the gentle scent of her shampoo as he left a trail of kisses along her jaw. Letty gasped as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck, delicately nipping, seeking to get a rise out of Letty. It wasn’t hard. She was a woman whose blood ran hot, and Miles loved to see her passion boil over. Wrapping her legs around Miles’s body, Letty gave in, her need as desperate as Miles’s own. Every touch was a reminder, a flesh memory. Digging up reminders of the spark they shared in their youth. But this was much more than a spark, as they rediscovered each other’s bodies and reattached their souls to one another, a wildfire spread.
The desperate loneliness and need and yearning that had tortured them for seventeen long years caused them to break into a frenzy. Passion washed over them like a wave, teetering them closer to the edge of combustion. It was a precarious balance between heaven and hell, insanity and ecstasy. As their bodies reached the boiling point, Miles laid a final kiss on Letty’s mouth before falling exhausted upon her breast. As her body quaked beneath him, Letty whispered in Miles’s ear, “Welcome home, baby.”
Letty had fallen asleep next to Miles, as he lay on his back, eyes cemented to the ceiling. The hum of the ceiling fan above his head did nothing to lull him into slumber. Instead he watched the blades of the fan circle round and round, letting the cool air hit his face. Sleep never came easy for Miles. A great release of pressure had come with his first day out of prison. He could move about freely. He could do what he pleased. He could lie in bed next to a beautiful woman who was unquestionably devoted to him. Despite the freedom that he had earned though, Miles knew, there was still a set of shackles on his feet. The law no longer owned him, but the Capadonnos still laid claim to him. There were two ways out of the mob: die by the gun you lived by or enter witness protection. Neither of these options worked for Miles. In the wee hours of the morning, as Letty slept silently next to him, Miles cemented his plan.
As the gears in Miles’s head churned, a high-pitched cry sounded from the next room over. Miles sat up in bed, looking over at Letty, who was sleeping soundly. It was a trying day for her as well.