Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I don't worry about anyone, least of all a fucking fed. Yet I can't stop worrying about this one. Is she safe? Is she thinking of me? Has anyone put their fucking hands on her?
I'll burn this city to the ground if they have.
Mattia and I sit in silence for a good five minutes, watching the brownstone across the street, before he's compelled to speak again. "Not saying it's a good idea to fall for a cop," he murmurs. "But if she matters to you, it matters."
"Yeah, I know," I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. The only question is what the fuck I'm going to do about it. Before I have time to figure it out, Domingo's front door opens. "There's the little coglione."
"Good." Mattia pops open his door, his gaze already focused on Domingo. "Let's go frighten the neighborhood children into behaving."
"I'm here to see Agent White," I announce, dropping my ID onto the desk at the FBI's headquarters on West Roosevelt.
The clean-cut desk agent gives me a cursory glance, and then his gaze falls to my ID, his interest already waning. I clock the instant he reads my name.
"Holy shit." His gaze jumps back to my face as he sits upright. "Uh, you want to see who?"
"Agent Athena White." I drum my fingers against the top of the desk, feinting boredom. "I believe she's been looking for me."
He snatches the phone from the desk, quickly dialing an extension. To his credit, he keeps his eyes on me. I note what numbers he punches in, just in case I need them in the future, and then listen as he informs my little goddess that I'm standing at the front desk waiting for her.
I don't know what she says in return, but judging by the way the desk agent pales slightly, I'm guessing it's full of vitriol and probably threats on my life. I smile at the thought, my dick lengthening in my pants.
Christ, I've missed her fiery little ass.
I should have come after her the day she ran out on me, but I wanted to give her a little time to stew. Part of me hopes she's spent it looking over her shoulder, just waiting for me to appear. The other part hopes she's spent it coming to terms with the fact that she's powerfully attracted to me.
I'm not foolish enough to believe she's spent the time doing either. Knowing her, she's spent it convincing herself that what happened between us was a fluke, a one-time occurrence that will never happen again. I can't wait to disabuse her of that notion. It will be happening again. And again and again and again.
I adjust her jacket over my arm, almost regretting what I'm going to do to her today. If her bosses don't have doubts about her yet, they will by the time I leave this office. I'm fully aware that makes me a prick. I just don't care. I accepted that I'm going to hell long ago. But at least she'll be in my bed while I'm here on earth. An eternity of torment is a small price to pay for that pleasure.
"She'll be down in a moment," Desk Agent says. "You can wait here."
I jerk my chin in a nod, sliding my ID off the desk while he writes my name across a name tag for me. As soon as he slides it over, I put it on, amused by the thought of strolling the halls with it stuck to my chest. I doubt Athena will be, however. I'm guessing this is the last place she wants me right now.
Too bad for her. I have no intention of going anywhere unless she's at my side, playing my little queen.
Rafe isn't going to like it. Fuck. He's going to hate it. But I'm banking on his feelings for my sister staying his hand.
Cazzo. What a tangled web we weave.
There are half a dozen other people in the lobby aside from the desk agent. They all do that fucking cop thing where they watch me without being obvious about it. Which only makes it more obvious since their gazes tend to follow the same patterns. Like the grizzled motherfucker standing near the bathrooms with a receptionist. He looks at his watch, then the doors, then the elevators, then me, before doing the same thing in reverse. It'd be less obvious if he blatantly stared.
I pretend not to notice any of the looks, instead toying with my phone. I'm sure they'd love to get their hands on it, but it's useless to them. Mattia isn't the only one who doesn't trust phones.
Less than ten minutes later, Athena emerges from the elevator on the far side of the lobby, looking entirely too fucking beautiful in her black pantsuit. Most of her hair is pulled back in a bun, but long pieces curl around her face, framing it. Her heels click across the FBI crest on the tile floor as she stomps toward me, clearly pissed.