Page 103 of Bound By Betrayal

“Ready for tomorrow?” he asked after several moments of a soothing silence.

I reached for his hand and threaded my fingers through his, my eyes falling on the pale band of skin where his Ares ring had once been. Two weeks ago, Kai had walked through the door of our home, covered in blood and wounds. He paid his debt to The Six. Much like he’d done that day of Rocco’s death, I took care of him, helped clean him up, and didn’t ask questions because I knew he’d come to me when he was ready.

“Am I ready to spend the rest of my life with you? Absolutely.”

Kai chuckled and held my hips, lifting me over his hard cock. “Again?” I asked, letting my body slide over him.

“I’ll never get enough.”

Kai raced down the highway on the red and black Ducati Superleggera he rented. Gloria was back in Philly. The itch to ride had gotten the best of him, and there we were, weaving in and out of traffic and soaking up the adrenaline. I held him tightly, his hand over mine, as we stopped at a red light.

“The marina is just two blocks from here,” he said through the speaker of our helmets.

“So you’re telling me I have time?”

Kai took off again. “Time for what?”

I said nothing and slid my hand over his thigh, and he tensed under my touch.

“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Amalia—fuck…” he growled as I stroked him.

“My name sounds sexy on your lips when I have your cock in my hand.”

“We’re going to crash.”

I chuckled and squeezed his shaft, causing him to jerk the bike.

“Then you better keep steady.”

“I would if you didn’t have my dick in your hand, and if I knew that once we got to where we’re going, I could bend you over this goddamn bike and fuck you till you cry.”

“You’re no fun,” I said, retreating my hand.

“Wait, wait, don’t stop.”

We shared a laugh and pulled into Santino’s marina a few minutes later. Club Illusion was an impressive two-story building with blacked-out windows and sleek white concrete.

I shook out my hair and climbed off the bike as Kai followed. He signaled toward the entrance, where a well-dressed man was standing. He was handsome, and the tattoos on his hands, especially the ones branching out from beneath the neckline of his designer suit, screamed Italian mafia.

Kai took my hand and introduced me to Santino.

“There’s about an hour left before The Mirage leaves port. Please, enjoy drinks and lunch on the beach or inside,” he offered warmly.

“We’ll soak in some sun and sand,” I replied, and Kai nodded in agreement.

“Perfect. There’s a private cabana just down the path. Look over the menu, and I’ll have someone bring down your drinks.”

The heat of the Miami sun was overwhelming, but the large, mounted fans and a slight mist made the experience relaxing.

“Kai, I need more sunblock.” I held my hair up as he rubbed the lotion onto my shoulders. We heard footsteps approach, and my mouth watered with a desperate need to quench my thirst, even if it was with some fruity drink.

“Hey,” a soft, feminine voice greeted from behind us. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’m filling in for…” Glass shattered against the cabana’s wooden floorboards, and I whipped around, immediately confused by the stare-down and shocked expressions between Kai and the woman who’d brought us our drinks. She was beautiful. Long curly hair and the most intriguing eyes I’d ever seen. One brown, one blue. But something was wrong.

I touched Kai’s arm, and the woman took off running the moment he spoke.

“Athena…”

Kai stood, intent on chasing after her, but I needed answers. Who was she? And more importantly, who was she to him?

“You know her?”

"She's my sister.”