Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
V incent
Her wet, pink tongue darts out and swipes between her lips.
“He was born here. He knows who you are,” she tells me.
I don’t give a flying fuck if he thinks I’m the goddamned bogey man. I can’t stop looking at those lips. “And I have something that he values.”
Her delicate face scrunches up in confusion. “What?”
“You.” I knock the wine glass from her hand and close the distance between us, gripping her long blond hair in my fist. She lets out a tiny, surprised gasp as I crush my lips to hers. She’s fucking paradise. Her lips move against mine, kissing back as I raid and pillage her mouth. She wraps her arms behind my neck and clings on, pulling my head down towards her even more.
I release her hair and slide my hands down her back and ribs, right down to her ass and hoist her in the air, keeping her back pinned against the glass wall. She wraps her toned thighs around my hips. My painfully hard cock throbs as the heat from her pussy presses against my jeans. I suck her plump bottom lip between my teeth. I balance her weight on one hand and step away from the glass. I smack my palm against her perky, denim covered ass. She fucking moans into my mouth and grinds her core against my cock. I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. I spank her ass twice more. Her eyes fly open. Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen.
“Oh, kitten, you’re mine now.”
“Wha—”
The words are stolen from her lips when the glass surrounding the roof cracks, a violent starburst spreading out from a central impact. Like the rest of the house, the glass is bullet resistant. Because I am who I am. But there is no such thing as bulletproof. I throw us both to the ground, trying to cover her body without crushing her. I hear her yelp but can’t stop to deal with it.
“Go!” I yell, pushing her towards the stairway as I hear more bullets hitting the glass walls all around us. I’m behind her the entire way. I’m armed, but anyone who thinks they are going to shoot back at a sniper with a high-powered rifle with a handgun is an idiot. The stairway door swings closed behind me. I hustle her halfway down before pulling her against my chest. Her eyes are wide with fear. I pull my phone out and dial Aldo.
He answers on the first ring.
“Get ready to evacuate.” It’s all I have to say. Being attacked in my home was almost guaranteed to happen eventually, and the evacuation plans and backups are in place.
“What’s going on?” Sarah whispers.
“Someone doesn’t like me.” I kiss the top of her head and tug on her hand. “Time to go, kitten.”
Instead of going to the door, I drag her across the living room and into my office. My place used to be two apartments when I purchased the building, and when renovating, I kept the second unit’s elevator shaft, which drops into another section of the garage. I then paid a lot of money to have it disappear from every blueprint and city building plan.
I hit a small button under the desk, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind it pops forward slightly. It swings open, revealing the utilitarian steel elevator doors.
“What the hell?” Sarah says, as the doors slide open and I nudge her inside. The elevator doors slide closed, I’m standing in front of Sarah with my gun drawn.
“Wait. When did you get a gun?” she whispers.
“I always have a gun.”
Aldo has already arrived with a nondescript grey jeep Cherokee. It’s older, scratched, has dark tinted windows and New York plates. It’s completely forgettable, and it’s heavily armored.
He pops out and sprints for the other side of the garage. He and the other security staff will take the remaining vehicles, my normal vehicles, and spread out in different directions.
I open the back doors and push Sarah inside.
“Get on the floor and stay there,” I tell her.
She nods.
Behind the wheel, I lap around the garage several times before leaving out the public entrance, casually heading for the freeway and out of the city.
“Where are we going?” comes Sarah’s voice from the back seat.
“Home,” I tell her, hitting the speed dial on my phone.