The Family Business 3 (The Family Business #3)(7)

“I don’t love you anymore!” I pleaded. “I’m in love with someone else. What part of that don’t you understand?”

“None of it! Because it’s not happening and that’s that,” he barked so loudly that I saw people from the next table flinch. Their eyes shot toward us, but they looked away just as quickly. Even the other men in prison jumpsuits wanted to pretend they hadn’t heard anything. They were all so afraid of him—but I wasn’t.

I clenched my jaw and sat straight and motionless, letting him know that I wouldn’t let him intimidate me with his yelling. First he looked frustrated, like I was a hardheaded child he was trying to discipline, but then he just looked confused. He wasn’t used to anyone pushing back against his authority.

“You love this man. Is that what you’re telling me?” His eyes were tearing up, and I realized that beneath his hard exterior, he still had feelings for me. This was the most vulnerable that I’d ever seen him. Unfortunately, it was a little too late for that.

“Yes, I love him,” I replied with tears now falling from my eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.”

He angrily swiped away a tear that had escaped and began to run down his cheek. “You do understand that I will kill this man—and any other that stands between us.”

Just like that, the hard-as-nails husband that I knew was back. If I had thought for a second that he was going to let me go easily, I realized now that it was a foolish notion.

“You’re serious?” I asked.

“Very serious. As far as I’m concerned, he’s already dead.” His voice was barely a whisper as he dropped that bomb; then he stood up and walked out of the visiting room.





Paris





4


There’s this magical moment that I always try to savor. It doesn’t happen very often, and it only lasts a few seconds at the height of my orgasm, but when it does, there’s no other feeling that can compare. That’s where I was as I slid up and down on Niles’s thick penis. I was trying to hold on to that phenomenal sensation, but it quickly slipped away. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t mad that it had subsided. I was still enjoying the after effects of my orgasm. I just wish I could have held that sensation a little longer.

A few seconds later, Niles palmed my ass cheeks, pulling me all the way down on his dick so I could feel him explode.

“Damn, that was good,” I murmured as I collapsed on top of him. This man knew my body as if he were a part of me. God, I loved him.

“Where are you going?” he asked as I rolled off of him and started dressing.

“With you.”

“Paris . . .” he said warily.

I stifled a laugh. “No, no, no. I’m going to drive you to the airport. I think I deserve a sappy good-bye.” Or perhaps a chance to talk you out of leaving, I thought. “Besides, I need to get my ass out of here and back to Spain. Left all my shit there.”

“Is this some ploy so you can go along?” He got up, revealing all the reasons I wanted to just throw him back on the bed.

“If you were going to any other city, then maybe, but I’m not tryin’a show up in New York.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m gonna go jump in the shower. I would ask you to join me, but we’d never get out.” He laughed as he grabbed me around the waist and planted a deep, wet kiss on me.

“I’m not showering,” I said. “I want to smell you on me all day. Maybe I won’t shower at all until you come back.”

“That is so f*ckin’ nasty and hot, you dirty girl,” he joked as he headed to the shower.

“Hey, since you fixed my tire, we’ll take my car. I’ll transfer all your stuff into it,” I said.

He turned around and smiled at me, cocky as hell. “See, this is why I’m keeping you. You’re like a sexy ninja Girl Scout.” He took a step in my direction, like he was ready to start round two of our lovemaking.

“Go! I don’t want you blaming me for being late.” I pointed him to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower turn on, I got to work gathering everything I would need. Twenty minutes later, we were headed out of the compound.

“You know, you’re the first man I ever loved,” I said as I drove.

“So you love me?”

“Yes, very much.” I wanted to turn and face him, but I had to keep my eyes on the road, so I pulled over to the side.

“Why are you stopping?” He placed his hand on top of mine.

“What if you don’t come back?” I asked.

“Then I will reflect on the wonderful moments that I’ve shared with you in way too short a time,” he said softly, caressing my face. “But the main thing I’m gonna do is my job, and do it effectively.”

I understood. I knew that I couldn’t ever change his mind. The job was what he did, and he would no more walk away from unfinished business than I would. I reached out for his hand and held it tight, wishing this moment had never arrived. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Hey. I’ve got something for you.” He interrupted my thoughts. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled out one of his karambit blades and extended his hand to me. “It’s for you . . . until they’re reunited.”