And neither was making her mine.
I’d had every intention on feeding her the same shit her brother had fed my sister. Of leaving her naked in some hotel room with a needle sticking out of her arm.
All of that went to shit the moment I touched my hand to hers.
In an instant I was overcome with a raw need to make her mine. Hell, I’d wanted to drag her off and lock the doors so she’d never leave.
I still wanted to do that.
Focusing on the scenery outside, I took another sip from the cup in my hand. Only, it wasn’t the taste of coffee that hit my tongue. It was all Becca. I swear, every pathetic drag of air I took brought her heady scent straight back to my lungs.
One night of having my dick buried inside her and every single one of my wires were crossed. Suddenly breaking Becca to get to the asshole who shared her DNA didn’t feel right. And that right there was my damn problem.
I didn’t care about right or wrong.
I’ll just shoot him myself and be done with it. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud but realized I had when my brother’s irritated sigh filled the room.
I gave him a sideways glance. He was studying me, the look in his eyes measured. “And where is the suffering in that? Death is too kind a sentence for that pendejo.”
“I know.” But hurting Becca… Gritting my teeth to the point pain, my nostrils flared with the long pull of air I took to my lungs.
“I saw you last night.” The tone in his voice had every cell in my body on high alert. “With her.”
Taking a breath through my nose, I tried to remain calm. “So? It was always part of the plan for me to get close to her.”
“Sure,” he agreed evenly. “But getting your dick wet wasn’t.” He made a noise of disgust. “So help me, if you forget about what happened to our sister because of some cheap whore—”
I whipped around, my hand latching onto his neck as I drove him into the wall and got up in his face. “You dare question my loyalty to Isa? You think I’ll forget? I was the one who found her, Jorge!” My fingers curled tighter around his windpipe. “Jack Martin will pay for the life he took. He’ll know what it feels like to hurt.”
Flattening his palms against my chest, my brother shoved me until I stumbled backward. His hand immediately rubbed the spot my fingers had squeezed moments ago. “If you don’t do it, I will.”
A new unwelcome thought popped into my head. If you touch a hair on Becca’s head, I’ll kill you. I thanked every deity I could when the words remained trapped on my tongue. My brother didn’t need to know.
Clenching my teeth, I growled, “I said I’d do it.”
Chapter Six
Becca
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Clutching my chest, I shot into a seated position. Either I’d been dreaming, or someone was trying to break through my door. I rolled my lips together and held my breath. Tilting my head, I listened.
Five seconds ticked by with nothing but silence answering.
Slowly releasing the air trapped in my lungs, I shook my head and laughed at silliness. Until…
Bang. Bang. Bang.
My butt lifted at least three inches off the bed, heart slamming against my ribs hard and fast. It took me a few seconds to realize whoever it was, wasn’t breaking in but rather knocking. Feeling somewhat relieved, I slipped from bed and padded to the front door.
One look through the peephole and I was smiling before I even opened up and let my friend in. Kasia, on the other hand, did not look amused at all.
Pushing past me, she shoved a steaming cup into my hands and muttered, “You don’t deserve that.”
My smile widened, and I quickly brought the hot drink to my lips to cover it up. I closed the door and tried very hard to school my features before I faced my friend. “You are too good to me.”
“Damn straight I am.” She planted a fist on her jutted-out hip and leveled me with a stare. “Especially after the shit you pulled last night.”
Heat instantly crept up my neck and settled in my cheeks. Last night… I still couldn’t believe I’d done the things I had or that I really wanted to do all of it again. Santiago Morales had pushed my boundaries and giving in to him had been the sweetest surrender.
Not that Kasia knew any of that.
Last night had also turned me into a terrible friend. The kind who doesn’t answer the phone after vanishing without a trace. In my defense though, it was kind of hard to think about anything other than the wicked things that man had been doing to my body.
“Sorry.” Lifting my shoulder, I batted my lashes. Kasia’s stare remained blank. “What do you want me to say, Kas? That I’m sorry Santiago asked me to dance and then had his hand inside my underwear before dragging me off to his office to screw me senseless?” I had to take a breath after all that rambling.
“What?”
I sighed. “You’re not really going to make me repeat all that, are you?”
Kasia set her tea on the nearest surface. Grabbing my wrist, she very unceremoniously dragged me to the couch. She was perched on the edge but sitting so close to me, our legs were pressed together.
“Let me get this straight… You had sex with Santiago in the club last night?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“As in his—” she gestured wildly with her hands “—went into your…” More wild gesturing.
I smacked her arm. “Oh my goodness. Stop! I’ve had sex before.”
“Well, yeah.” The way she nibbled on her lip made me want to smack her again. “It’s just… you never do anything so,” tapping her index finger against her chin, she
