11. Sergio
CHAPTER 11
SERGIO
F uck, fuck, fuck!
That happened way faster than I thought it would. Doc Arlo said it takes a few minutes to feel the effects of the drug when injected. I’d asked for it just in case Enrico needed a little juice to ease the pain today. I didn’t think that when he gave it to me I’d be using it for something else, a plan that really didn’t start percolating until after my blowout with Matteo.
Jaelyn went out like a light in a fucking blink. Christ, I hope I didn’t give her too much. The Doc said the dosage was enough for Enrico, but he’s a big dude and she’s about half of his size. But time wasn’t really on my side. It was either shoot her up, or get stabbed in the neck with a pen.
And if I’m going out with a pen, it’s gonna be something like a Mont Blanc. Not a fucking Bic.
A hot flush snakes up the sides of my neck as I press my ear against her throat. “Thank God,” I mutter when I hear the faint thumping of her pulse. I can’t prevent my fingertips from grazing her high cheekbones as the relieved breath expels from my mouth.
I do manage to yank back my hand before my traitorous fingers start tracing the outline of her full, pink lips.
I’m still in control of myself.
My situation on the other hand?
Completely fucked unless I do something other than ogle her unconscious form.
Sweat drizzles down my back as I scout my surroundings. I can’t dick around here for much longer.
Even though I had the needle in a case next to me, I really only wanted to talk to her. To reason with her. To convince her why it was in her best interest to take the money and run.
But not too far since I wanted a chance to dig my fingers into her hips again, rubbing myself against her curves, making her moan and scream my name…
My eyes fall back to her face, her skin stained a deep pink from the heat pounding us from overhead.
I am so full of shit.
Talking was the last thing on my mind, tied with incapacitation.
Thoughts pop between my ears like bullets.
What the hell have I done?
I swallow hard, my skin prickling with some combination of lust and angst. Conversely, Jaelyn looks so peaceful, her body limp as I wish I could say my cock is right now with her chest pressed against me. I expected her to be wearing the same expression she had painted on last night, her whole face twisted like she’d just taken a bite of the most sour lemon.
But instead, she looks relaxed, despite recent events…namely me, stabbing her with a needle right after destroying her G wagon.
I figured she’d show up early in the day. Call it a hunch. And after that verbal firefight with Matteo at the hotel, I needed to get the fuck away, to clear my head before I pulled my gun on him and blew off his head. That’s when my not-so-brilliant plan took shape.
Note to self…never try to plan when you’re about to erupt like Mount St. Helen’s.
I thought if I got out for a little while, came up with a new and more convincing way to get Torres to listen to my terms, I could salvage things by going through his sister first.
Going through her, under her, over her, behind her…
Jesus, I wanted her every which way.
Except the way I have her right now.
A whiff of Jaelyn’s perfume teases my nostrils as I back away from her car with her in my arms. It smells light and fresh, not like the heady, sexy scent that wafted around her last night.
It makes her seem softer than she was only hours earlier. Less like a viper. More vulnerable.
Well, yeah, considering she’s knocked out right now and I’m about to stick her in the back of my car headed…somewhere.
I quickly wipe off the door handle to rid it of my fingerprints, and carry her over to my car on the opposite side of the road. The tall grasses were my big advantage when I sent her careening off the road. I glance back at her car, my throat tight.
Torres will find it.
He’ll flip the fuck out and come looking for us when Jaelyn is nowhere to be found.
Because he’ll know we delivered on our threat, exactly the way he did.
I take in a deep breath, staring down at her bronze skin, her dark hair splayed over my arms, the wheels in my mind circling furiously with no destination in sight.
For hours and hours, I dreamed about holding her close, fantasized about having her plastered against me.
Be careful what you wish for…
That’s when an eerie calm settles over me. The fact that I have Jaelyn in my arms right now should scare the shit out of me. This stunt will have my ass in front of a firing squad, and at this point, it could be anyone pulling the trigger, including my own family.
I open the back door of my car and slide Jaelyn into the leather seat. I grab a pair of handcuffs from the floor and slap them on her before jumping into the driver’s seat. I press the ignition and the engine roars to life. I slam my foot on the gas, spin the steering wheel around, and tear back down the road toward the Strip.
Away from the Sapphire Lounge and toward…
I grip the steering wheel tight.
Where the hell am I even going? Am I really doing this? Am I really kidnapping Jaelyn Torres?
Jesus, this was not what I had in mind when I said I wanted her lying on my bed, spread-eagle.
I take a few breaths, trying to calm my heart so it doesn’t explode out of my chest while muttering to myself. “Where can I go? Not back to the hotel. Not back to the Sapphire Lounge.” My fingertips thump on the steering wheel, harder and faster until I get an idea. A fucking brilliant one.
The Severinovs, the notorious Russian bratva that we’ve partnered with here in Vegas, are about to become my saviors. They have a safehouse outside the city. Away from everything and everyone. Completely off the grid.
But better than that?
It’s under renovation, and the crews won’t be back to work for another week. That should give me plenty of time to figure out what in the hell I’m going to do with Jaelyn. From a business standpoint, that is. I already have plenty of ideas about things I can do to her that have nothing to do with work and everything to do with pleasure.
And it definitely won’t take me a week to exhaust that list.
My eyes dart left, right, forward, and backward as I drive into the desert and far away from the Excelsior. If you need anything in this life, it’s fucking three-hundred-and-sixty-degree vision.
It’s critical to your survival.
Last night, we got lucky and escaped death.
And today?
I check the rearview mirror, my lips curling upward. My tongue sweeps over them as I catch a glimpse of Jaelyn’s tits peeking out of the neckline of her tight shirt.
That’s the moment clarity shines light on my otherwise murky predicament.
Matteo is always bitching about the fact that I don’t make moves that have any value for the family.
Well, fuck that, bro!
I have a ton of value in my grasp right now, about a hundred-and-twenty pounds of it, wrapped up tight in spandex that highlights every luscious curve.
She’s not just the epitome of carnal pleasure.
She’s our bargaining chip.
An incredible hot and fuckable one, if I say so myself.
Her asshole brother thought he could scare us away with bullets, but he’s about to find out you don’t fight fire with fire. You fight fire with a nuclear fucking bomb.
And when it drops, when he realizes exactly who he’s turned into his most lethal enemy, he’ll realize he has only one move to make.
The one we dictate.
Put that one up your ass and smoke it, Matteo.