Fuckers. That’s who.
The second I saw him I knew something was wrong. We were being tracked and it wasn’t until I’d heard Bonnie’s muffled screams behind the wall of the butcher shop that I finally found my way to where she was.
With this asshole laying on top of her.
“Israel, look out!”
Bonnie’s voice ripped me from my trance and I found myself on my back. The searing pain that ripped through my nose came on the heels of the warmth trickling down my lips. I wiped at my nose and found my fingertips covered in blood. Damn it, that asshole probably broke my nose. When he tried to pin me down, I quickly slid away.
Before standing up and kicking him straight in his abdomen.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He fell to his back, and I gazed into the face of a man I recognized. I stomped my heel into his groin, watching him curl up into himself to get away from the pain. I knew this man. He was one of Pava’s hired men. “Nice to see Pava reuses men who can’t get the job done.”
“What?” Bonnie asked softly.
I kicked the man one more time for good measure before I walked over to her. “Are you all right?”
She clung to me. “Do you know that man?”
I held her to my side. “I do, yes. Don’t you not remember him?”
Her eyes widened. “Holy shit.”
I nodded. “That’s the man who dragged you out of bed and down the hallway the night we were attacked.”
Her eyes danced across my face. “You’re bleeding. We have to get you home.”
I scooped her into my arms. “My thoughts exactly.”
“I guess we should stick to grocery delivery for a while then.”
I walked us out of the back exit. “That might be wise, at least for now.”
What she didn’t know is that I had every intention of leaving that night. After I knew she was asleep, I had every intention of dressing up, taking my two best men, and tracking this asshole down.
Just so I could show him what happened when he attacked my woman twice.
21
Israel
I knocked on the bathroom door. “Bonnie?”
“Yes?”
“You okay in there?”
She giggled. “I’d be better if you were here, but yes. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
I sighed. “You really should stop making comments like that.”
The water turned off. “Why? Do they make you uncomfortable?”
“Not sure ‘uncomfortable’ is the right word.”
The bathroom door whipped open. “Oh, really now?”
I tried not to look at her naked body. “I had the doctor look at my nose. Just like you asked.”
She nodded. “I see that. A nose cast suits you, actually. Kind of sexy in a rugged sort of way.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “You sure he didn’t hit you in the head?”
She tsked. “Israel, come on now. You know you’re an attractive man no matter what someone does to you. So, cut the act.”
She brushed past me and electricity sent my mind in all sorts of directions. I steeled myself, trying to push down my desire for her. But ever since we’d gotten back home, I don’t know. All I wanted was to make her mine and remind her who had her back. It was the weirdest thing, a feeling I’d never experienced before. And as I slowly turned around, I saw Isabel sitting at her vanity.
Naked.
While doing her hair.
She met my gaze in the mirror with a slight smile. “Yes?”
I felt my cock hardening. “Do you really have to do that naked?”
She turned around. “I suppose I could do other things naked if you wanted to.”
I growled. “Why are you always tempting me?”
She stood. “Because maybe I’m just waiting for you to give in to what I know you want.”
I charged across the room and scooped her into my arms. For weeks now, the tension between us had been palpable. Thick. Warm. Like her curves, or the way her pussy cradled my cock. She gasped as her hands clung to my arms, her eyes dancing along my face. My cock stiffened even more against her.
She pushed softly against me. Harder, as if she were trying to tease me with the whole of her body at once. “I want you, Israel. So, why can’t you just admit you want me, too?”
I swallowed. “You’re a distraction.” An amazingly tantalizing one. “And we’re at war.”
“No one said it had to be a long session, you know.”
I felt the beast inside me rattling around. “What did you say?”
She threaded her arms around my neck. “Romance has its time and place, sure, but sex can’t always be romance and extensive foreplay, right?”
I backed her to the bed. “Are you sure about this?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.”
I pushed her down onto the bed and stood there, watching her curves bounce. Her beautiful tits danced for my viewing pleasure as her nipples puckered. I licked my lips as I unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and freed my cock from my boxers. I stroked myself as my eyes roamed along Bonnie’s body. Her legs, long and shapely. Her stomach, toned, with a small pooch behind her belly button. The slope of her waist called to my fingertips, but the pulse point of her neck called to the tip of my tongue.
“Are you going to just stand there and stroke yourself? Or are you going to come get what’s yours?” She spread her legs.
Something inside me snapped. I leaped onto the bed, smelling her womanly scent as it filled my nostrils. I slithered between her legs, pinning her hands above her head. I felt my thick
