I wash and clean my knives as I think about the information that Dima has just given me. I don’t want it to register because the outcome isn’t looking good. If the Torpedo was behind this kidnapping, and he was in Igor’s office the same day as I was, it wasn’t a stretch to think that Igor had something to do with this also.
The water cleans the blood away from my knives, and I dry them and place them back in their holding places.
Maybe that’s why he called me in and not someone else. He knew this wasn’t something I had ever dealt with before. But he hadn’t counted on all that Evie had seen, all that she was able to tell me.
Without her, I would have been suspicious of Sacha, especially after the autopsy, but I think I would have hit a lot of brick walls.
Once I’ve cleaned up everything, I release Dima’s body from the pole and turn up the furnace that has been smoldering, and that’s where I throw his body. That’s how I made every single person disappear. No traces left at all.
Anita is questioning Evie about her neck when I step into the kitchen. Evie doesn’t answer because she becomes aware of my presence.
“I’m going to take Evie to her room. She’s had a long day.”
Anita wears a permanent grin like she knows I’m full of shit. “You don’t look so good yourself.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t care as long as I had no blood on my clothes.
“We’ll talk more later, Kitten.” Anita winks at Evie, who gets up and smiles down at her.
“Thank you.” Evie’s appreciation is expressed with the hand that she touches my sister’s with.
I let them have their moment before I lead Evie upstairs.
I’m ready to take her to a guest room, but instead, I pass all the closed doors and lead her to my own room.
The minute I enter, I start to strip off my tie.
“I got a name. I know who has the girls. I don’t know where they are yet, but I have a name.” I’m not facing Evie when I tell her this; I pause in unbuttoning my shirt and turn before I resume doing it.
“How?” She’s smiling at me. Her smile is the reason smiles are created, to show someone that you are happy. It makes me feel unsettled with her.
“I got the information out of the man in the trunk.” I peel off my shirt, and her smile falters slightly as she takes her time and admires me.
“What if he tells the people on you?”
“He won’t.” I kick off my shoes.
Evie tilts her head like she’s trying to add that up, but something else fills her eyes. I can’t tell what it is as she steps up to me.
“Thank you, Lucca.”
“I’m being paid to do this, remember?”
I step away from Evie, not liking at all how she is looking at me. Her small, warm fingers grip my wrist.
In spite of knowing better, the longing in her eyes has me turning to face her. She makes me curious.
“Still, thank you for finding my sisters.”
I don’t think she will be thanking me when I’m handing them over along with her.
She lowers her lids but keeps an innocent smile on her lips. For a split second, I think she’s trying to manipulate me into something, but the thought flees as she rises up on the tips of her toes and gives me the sweetest kiss that has ever touched my lips.
She presses a second kiss to my lips, and this time I grip her shoulders. “What are you doing?”
Her cheeks heat up, but her gaze doesn’t waver from mine. She shrugs. “I’m just…” She licks her lips, her small pink tongue too enticing to ignore.
I drag her into me and kiss her like I really want to. My hand grips her waist, and she doesn’t move under my lips for a millisecond, and then she responds.
I’m moving her back to the bed, my cock growing harder at the thought of being inside a virgin.
A kiss wouldn’t satisfy me. It wouldn’t quench the thirst that Evie leaves in my throat.
I break the kiss and reach down, tugging her top up over her head. Her large breasts fill the black bra, just like I pictured.
Her eyes are wild, and I see the hesitation, so I kiss her again while gripping her large breasts and squeezing them slightly. She gasps at the contact, and when I lay her on the bed, she tries to push me away.
I don’t get off her, but I do break the kiss reluctantly.
“I can’t…”
She starts, and I grin at her. “I know I can’t fuck you, Evie, but we can do other things.”
I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't think she was ready for that, or I wasn’t ready to face the consequences of doing that to her.
“What other things?” She asks while I press a kiss to her lips before getting off her. I pull her skirt off, and she looks even more glorious than I remember. The memory is pretty good, but the real thing has me pulling off my trousers.
Fear enters her eyes, and instead of comforting her, I pull down my boxers, too, and let her see my erection. Her running now isn’t a bad idea. I just said I wouldn’t fuck her, but I’m not sure if I can really hold back. She shifts on the bed, and I think she’s going to leave, but instead, she reaches
