Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(103)

“You good, Tyler?” Deck asked.

“Good, boss. A few pints short on blood. Fading out, so you might want to hurry the f*ck up.”

I stepped away from Moreno and noticed Connor beside me staring at Moreno, a murderous glare in his eyes. He walked over to the body, unsheathed his knife, bent and stabbed Moreno in the throat. Then he wiped off his knife on Moreno’s sleeve and placed it back in his leather sheath.

“You have his wife?” I asked.

He nodded, but his eyes were still on Moreno. Hatred burned pure and steady from him. I was uncertain how Moreno and his wife played into Connor’s life, but it wasn’t good, and Connor obviously had some of his memories back, although I was uncertain which parts.

Vic had taken off to get Tyler while Ernie checked the bodies, and Deck and Tristan filtered out the kids and talked to them. Well, Tristan spoke, but his soft reassuring tone was nothing like the cocky playboy Georgie had complained about coming into her coffee shop when she’d been assigned to make contact.

When the last of the kids came out of the room, Connor’s eyes deviated from Moreno to them. There was a flicker of softness before they hardened again. Tristan lowered a ladder into a pit on the north side of the yard and climbed down to get the kid, Trick.

Deck jogged up to Connor and me and said to him, “You remember?”

Connor’s expression was blank. “Don’t need to remember. Told you to leave me the f*ck alone.”

Deck stiffened, brows lowering. “Connor, it’s over. You can come home. We’ll get you medical—”

Connor’s harsh, gravelly laugh had Deck stop short. “Too late for that.” He glanced over at the kids. Tristan was crouched down in front of them speaking, his hand on Trick’s shoulder. “She was good with kids.”

“Who?” Deck asked.

Connor began to back away, his eyes never leaving Deck as if he were waiting for Deck to kill him. “She’s in the sewer tunnels under his house. West wall. Get her the f*ck out of Colombia.” He’d backed all the way to the door and then his eyes narrowed. “Tell my sister I’m dead.”

Then he was gone.





Six weeks later



THE BED SAGGED, and I instantly woke as Kai kissed the back of my neck and slid in behind me.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered next to my ear then kissed the side of my neck.

“Is it time to get ready?” I’d fallen asleep after Kai fed me then f*cked me on the dining room table before carrying me to bed and showing me how much he loved me.

His hard cock pressed into my ass and I wiggled back into him.

“Not going to Deck’s engagement party. Told you that.” His arm curved around my waist then squeezed. “Fuck. Love you in my bed naked.”

“Kai, we have to go.” I tried to turn over to face him, but he held me tight against him. “Georgie and Deck will be disappointed.”

He snorted. “Do you think I give a shit if Deck is disappointed?”

“Okay, well, maybe not. But Georgie.”

Deck and Kai would never be friends and in the six weeks since we’d been back in Toronto, we’d only seen him once. Tristan and Chess invited us over to show us the house Mason Developments was building for the kids rescued from Colombia. Deck and Georgie were there, along with Ernie who was overseeing the project.

The house was on a hundred acres and to be completed in a couple months. It already had thirty rescued farm animals, including a pot-bellied pig the boy Trick had named Bacon, and a three-legged goat who was an escape artist and refused to stay in the field with the horses. He’d badly injured his leg, attempting to jump a barbed wire fence where the farmer kept him. He had snagged himself on the wire and was left hanging for hours.

The farmer sent him to slaughter. Emily, who rescued horses, and Chess, went to the auction and bought him along with the pig and five horses. “Georgie would be. It’s important, Kai”

“Don’t like that shit. I’d rather stay in bed with you.”

I moaned when his thumb brushed over my nipple. He was good at distraction. “Kai. We’re going.”

“Mmmm.” He kissed my neck again and his hand trailed a gentle path down between my legs. I sucked in air as he ran his finger through the wetness, and sweet tweaks erupted in my belly. “We show late and leave early,” he offered.

This was him, conceding. I smiled. “Okay.”

He moved in closer and, with his other hand, he guided his cock down my ass to between my legs. Then agonizingly slow, he pushed inside of me.

“Kai.” I arched back into him, eyes closed, breath stilled. When he filled me completely, I sighed. “This…”

He trickled lazy kisses along my neck. “Yeah, baby?” he murmured, settling inside me but not moving yet.

“Kai, this. You. You’re my everything. You’re my always.”

“Fuck, braveheart.” He abruptly pulled out and before I could contemplate why, he had me on my back and he was on top. He pushed my legs open none to gently with his knees, and then lowered his hips and thrust back inside me.

His fingers sifted through my hair then fisted a bunch of strands. “Mouth, baby. I need your mouth after you say sweet shit like that.”

I bit my lip smiling.

And then any control he had vanished as his mouth took mine. Tasting. Owning.