Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(91)

I leaned over her and leisurely kissed her, my hand slowly gliding down her side to her hip then to her ass where I squeezed.

She moaned and kissed me back, slowly and lazily. Her hand moved up my arm, over my shoulder to the back of my neck where it took a fistful of hair and drew me in deeper.

It was my turn to groan before I pulled back, bringing her with me to a sitting position. “I need to do something.”

“I thought you were.”

I chuckled. “Mmm, I was, but not the something I need to be doing.”

She scrunched her nose and then her face fell as reality leaked its way back inside and I saw the devastation hit her again. She closed her eyes with a ragged sigh.

It was going to be a while before she accepted what had happened to her father. She wouldn’t forget, but she’d learn to live with his loss.

I kissed her again then got up, bent, picked up my cargo pants off the floor and my T-shirt. “I’m meeting Dorsey.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, sheet held up to cover her breasts. “He’ll tell us the location of the farm if we hand over your father’s formula and the drug we confiscated from the lab.” I walked into the bathroom and tossed my clothes on the bathroom counter then said, “It going down in three hours.”

“Umm, Kai…” I raised my brows at the umm and she half-smiled, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been looking at the formula in my dad’s notes and there are some powerful drugs in there. I think I know why Connor would do whatever they wanted and he probably doesn’t even know it.”

I leaned my shoulder against the bathroom door and crossed my arms.

“Scopolamine. It’s from the seeds of a plant in Colombia.”

“Jesus Christ. Devil’s breath.” Dangerous drug and could be administered pretty much in any form, but the most f*cked-up way was just by breathing in the chemically treated seeds that had been made into a powdered substance. Looked like cocaine, but much deadlier.

She nodded. “It steals your consciousness, your free will and your memory of what you’ve done. He’s mixed it with other chemicals though, one being steroids to make Connor feel stronger. I haven’t identified them all yet. But Kai, in the form he’s using, it’s not easy to get. And my dad… he said one component was hard to get.”

I stood up straight. “And he would’ve needed a contact in Colombia to get it for him.”

She nodded.

“That’s where the f*ckin’ farm is. That’s where he is.” Jesus, Colombia.

I stalked toward her, ripped the sheet out of her hand and threw it aside, bent, picked her up, hands under her ass and started carrying her into the bathroom. “You’re f*ckin’ brilliant.”

She bit her lip, legs curved around my ass.

“And I need to f*ck my brilliant scientist in the shower.”

I kicked the door shut and had my way with my girl.





I SAUNTERED INTO the diner, the bells above the door alerting my presence, although the place was empty, even behind the counter. I’d been here before and we were meeting here because it had excellent food and I was going to eat.

An hour earlier, before Deck and I left with Dr. Westbrook’s files for the meet, I’d been heading for the door when London stopped me.

Chess, Tristan, Josh, Tyler, Vic, Georgie and Deck all stood in the foyer as her hand curled around my arm, pulled me to a halt and swung me around. Then her arms came up, hooked my neck, fingers bunched in my hair and she yanked my head down to hers. Then her lips met mine and the whole thing was f*ckin’ hot.

I never realized how erotic it was kissing a woman. Never did it before London. Never wanted to or cared to. Kissing was personal. It was more than raw, unemotional sex. It held much more power because it connected you in a way that sex didn’t. You could f*ck a girl and not care, but to me, you couldn’t kiss a girl and not give a shit about her.

Maybe I was alone in thinking this way. Guys kissed chicks all the time, knowing they were there only for a quick f*ck. But I wasn’t like most guys.

I didn’t care that everyone was watching her kiss me. Didn’t care about anything at the time except her coming to me and kissing me. But when our mouths finally came apart, it was London telling me she loved me and to be careful that hit the hardest. I’d replied. “Always, baby.”

I’d never had anyone give a shit if I came back from an assignment. If I lived or died. London gave that to me. London made me feel alive. Her breath was mine. Her heart. Her body. Her mind. All of her was in me and belonged to me. I’d do anything for her and her kissing me, everyone watching and her not caring they were, then me leaving and seeing the tears in my girl’s eyes… f*ck, that was the greatest gift she could’ve given me.

Now, I slide into a booth, the red plastic crinkling as I did, the waitress’s shoes clinking on the linoleum as she came out of the back and sauntered toward me with a pot of coffee in her hand. Her half-bitten-off fingernails and dry hands passed me a menu.

“Need a moment, handsome?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

I leaned one arm on the table and smiled up at her. She was in her forties, straw-blonde hair with dark, one-inch roots showing and styled in a bob that made her face appear rounder than it was. She wore too much makeup and there was a red smudge on her front tooth from her lipstick she had probably just re-applied when I walked in and no one was behind the counter.