PortiaI'm heading toward the lady's room when I see Heathcliff leering at me from the opposite corner of the room. He raises his glass to me, the sea ofpeople between us his only protection as far as I'm concerned because Callahan hasn't come after me.I change direction and head toward him, wishing I had that nail file to stab him in the eye. I know it wouldn't kill him but I'm good with maiming him for life. For now, at least.As I approach, he stops a passing waiter and takes two champagne flutes off his tray. He holds one out to me."There she is," he says, a smile on his face. This man who just days ago was ready to pull the trigger and kill Nathan and I. The man who executed Vincent and Gregory.I want to slap that champagne out of his hands but when I'm close enough, he must see my intent, because he sets both glasses down and squares his shoulders to meet me."You look stunning," he says, his eyes moving slowly over me, pausing at my breasts. “Your tits are practically on d
PortiaI take a sip of tea that's gone cold. The same cup Lenore gave me hours ago. Wonder where she is now. She's so worried about him. I saw it on her face.I didn't know she was Alec's aunt. When Alec and our small party got back to the island, I saw that he had caught a bullet, but it was a flesh wound. Still, seeing it, seeing her peel the shirt off his bloody skin and watching his face, I know it hurt like hell. It may have hurt her as much, from the look on her face.They'd called a doctor in. She said Callahan and the other men may need him when they're back.When. Not if.But before the doctor got to the house — because we had to wait for transport by either boat or chopper — Lenore had cleaned the wound. I just sat there and watched.Blood doesn't bother me. It's strange, in situations like tonight, I'm just really quiet. Calm even. At least on the outside. I'm not sure, maybe it's that I'm slow to process what's happening, to absorb the shock of it. Even after all this tim
Callahan"Hey, Brother," Antonio says when I open my eyes.He looks older than twenty-six. Already has gray hair at his temples. He's too fucking young to have gray around his temples.“You look like I feel,” I say."I should have been there.""So you could get shot up too?""So I could fight alongside you.""Fuck that. I'm glad you weren't there.""I'm glad you're alive.""I'm not going anywhere yet, Brother."“You can't control that,” he says, running a hand through his hair. I can. To some extent. Guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it away.“Did you get the problem solved?”"What? Oh. Yeah. It was nothing, really. Some stupid emails crossed and just nothing."“I'm glad Uncle David sent you, Antonio. It's better if you're outside of this. Like he is. It's safer."“I'm not a coward, Brother.”“I know that. But I don't want you in harm's way. This isn't the end. It's not even the fucking middle. And I've been thinking about this. I want you out."He stands, shakes his head and goes to cl
CallahanI instantly forget how to breathe."Don't move."Fuck. Me.She squeezes a generous amount of ointment onto her fingers and extends her arm to my side. I grab hold of her wrist before she touches me. "Gentle. Understand? You look like you're going to enjoy this touch for my liking."“What is the matter, Callahan? Afraid of a little pain?"“You just told me you were glad I didn't die," I say, loosening my hold but not letting her go, bracing myself because this is definitely going to hurt.But I owe her this. I glance to the nightstand where the ring box sits. I hiss when she smears the stuff on the too tender skin.She meets my gaze and holds it as she smears it on a little harder than she needs to.“Take it easy.”Her smile widens at my discomfort. “Aww. What is it?" She tilts her head, pouts, eyes going all big. “The big bad wolf is just a helpless little pup when it hurts?"I grin. She's sparring, my Little Kitten. That's good. I reach up with my good hand to take hold of t
I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don't want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin. What I want is more. And until she's willing to give as much as I want, I won't push.No woman taught me consent and respect until her.She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me carefully. I wonder if she was unsure if l'd stop.I slide off her, standing. I don't want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn't had many trustworthy men in her life.“That wasn't too bad, was it?” I ask, finishing with the last button."It was horrible. " She sits up. I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing."Was it? Are you sure about that or are you are lying, Little Kitten?"“I'm not lying."“So, if I were to spread your legs and look at your sweet pussy, it wouldn't be wet?"She tries to pull my arm off, focusing all her attention on it."Tell me,” I
PortiaI study him. He's got a cut high on his cheek but it's nothing compared to his chest and back. He looks like he rolled around in shards of broken glass.I remember my panic when he'd passed out after the doctor reset his shoulder. I remember exactly how it felt like my heart stopped for a moment. I try to tell myself it's just because if he died, it'd be worse for Nathan and me. But I know that's not the whole truth."Portia?"He gestures to the ring. It's beautiful, a Princess cut diamond set amidst jagged blue stones."Sapphires?" I ask.He nods.I study the jewels. Remember how my brothers had plans to deal in diamonds too. Nothing was off the table for them.I know I don't really have a choice in the matter here. He is right. This is a better option than Fernando fucking Mancini would offer me. But if I have any room to negotiate, I'm taking it."I want Nathan upstairs tonight. No, now.""Tomorrow. After you've said I do.""Tomorrow? This is happening tomorrow?""We'll surp
PortiaHe left me to eat alone after that strange proposal — can you call that a proposal? It surprised me and although Lenore took a tray into his study, I saw her return with it untouched before I went upstairs.I look at my ring now as I sit on the little Princess bed. It's pretty, the edges of the sapphires jagged and sharp like shards of glass. I like it. It fits. But the thought of marrying him makes my belly go funny. And it's not exactly a queasy feeling.Getting up, I pace the room for the hundredth time. I won't be getting any sleep tonight, although it's well past two in the morning. He hasn't come up either but for all I know he's not even on the island anymore. I heard a boat go out a few hours ago. Maybe he went back to the mainland.I open my door quietly. Still no guard outside. There's a lock on the outside but he hasn't used it. Yet. I'm wearing a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of ballerina slippers. I added these and a few others like it
Portia"Do you ever just shut up?" he growls the question into my mouth before he kisses me so hard, all I can do is suck in his whiskey breath and feel his soft lips. “You shouldn't have come down here," he says, kissing me harder, pushing my pants down just far enough that they slip off my hips and pool around my ankles. “You're going to make me do things you don't want me to do."My eyelids fly open to find his eyes on me as he slips his hand between my legs and cups the crotch of my panties.I gasp.We stand there like that for a long minute just staring at each other. My hands rest on his chest but don't push him away. He's about an inch from my face, barely, and he looks fucked up. Not angry.Something else. Just messed up.“You shouldn't have come down here," he growls again."Let me go and I'll go away."“Too late for that," he pauses, his fingers moving a little. I haven't had a woman in ten years."I swallow and push against him, knowing I won't be able to budge him, still n