Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(35)

“Because you know you enjoy fucking me hard as punishment for the fight.”

He reached over and grabbed the orange juice as well as the glass I had used pouring himself a glass. Before lifting it to drink he simply said, “Let’s watch that movie tonight.”

I was not normal.

Neither was he.

And it was perfect that way.

“Do we have kettle corn?” I wondered.

“Don’t bother, I’m going to fuck you halfway through it, and it’s going to be a bitch to clean that shit up,” he said before stuffing his mouth.

“I’ll eat it during the first half of the movie then.”





ETHAN





“You were supposed to go to Bali yesterday, weren’t you?” I ran my hand down her spine as she laid on her stomach watching the movie on the screen…with the damn kettle corn.

“Someone distracted me with his cock all day and I missed my flight.”

“Shame, I hear it’s beautiful this time of year.” I kissed her back. “You’re wasting your vacation here with me.”

“Hardly a waste and besides, my job is a bit different.”

“How so?”

“I kill people,” she said calmly and stuck another piece of kettle corn between her lips.

She wants to get a reaction out of me. “You make a living from that?”

“What can I say? A lot of people want a lot of people dead.”

“So, a hit man…woman.”

She snickered and looked back over her shoulder. “I have standards. I don’t go killing cheating spouses, outside of my former brother-in-law to be, or your local baker.”

“There is a hit list for bakers? Hmm, who would have though?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

She turned over and sat up, putting her bowl in her lap. “The neighborhood drug dealer is mocking me?”

“In my defense, it’s a very big neighborhood. Who are you killing if you aren’t killing local bakers?”

“Presidents,” she stated with a smug look on her face, tossing another piece of kettle corn into her mouth.

I paused, remembering the events of this past week. “You killed President Rojas too.”

“I think the politically correct term is assassinated.”

“Which would make you an assassin,” I said slowly.

“Two birds one stone. I came for you and happened to have work to do,” she said cheerfully. “Surprise. Please don’t ask me what my number is. That’s so personal.”

Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.

“This is how you got stronger isn’t it?” I wasn’t sure how she had gotten to the place she was at now and to be honest I really didn’t really care.

“In part. My grandfather used to work for your mother.”

“I know.” Her father had been in one of my mother’s records, he was an Orsini who changed his name to Affini.

“The messy history that connects our families will only get more complicated when people find out I’m with you.”

“If my parents could work it out, I’m confident we can too,” I answered. That chapter of history belongs to our grandparents, not us. After all, I was born to be the miracle baby who ended the blood feuds. She only helped further that cause. “You said in part? What is the other part?”

“My grandfather sent me to military school the year after I left Chicago. When I was eighteen my grandmother had me…drafted.” She chose the word carefully.

“For?”

“i Libitinarii.” She handed me her kettle corn only to turn back over and pick up her bottle, still no glass, taking a drink before reclaiming the kettle corn. She offered me the bottle and I took it, drinking as well.

“Here, I thought God had taken President Rojas off my hands. Now I see everything links back to you too.” I wiped the wine from my lips and leaned back on the pillows.

“The good lord works in mysterious ways.” She took the bottle back, turning over once more and returning to her cheesy movie.

She crossed legs. They swayed slightly next to me as she watched. I could tell, no, I could feel that she wasn’t going to tell me any more. Not because she couldn’t. But because she told me enough…enough that I could find out if she was lying or not. She wasn’t. She shared her past so I would share in return.

“I need to go back to Chicago tomorrow. July 4th is a family and public affair, I can’t miss it,” I told her and her legs stopped moving. Sitting up on my knees I climbed over her, my body on top of hers, my lips by her ears. “My neighborhood gets dangerous when I’m gone for too long.”

“And?”

“And you can’t come back with me.”

“I’m heartbroken,” she said, still eating the kettle corn. I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, however her eyes were demanding an explanation.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on using you and throwing you away anymore,” I whispered, brushing her hair over and kissing the space between her neck and shoulders.

“Is that so?”

“You know it is,” I muttered against her skin working my way to her ear. “But I’m going to need your help setting a trap.”