Page 12 of Broken

Nova

I'd be lying if I said that the encounter with Mr. Tall Dark and Armed hadn't scared the shit out of me. Never in all my years of stealing had I had a gun drawn on me. Why? Because I was just that damn good.

Until you hadn't been, I reminded myself.

Repeatedly, on the way out of the mansion, I walked and re-walked myself through the plan. Why hadn't I checked the house. Then I would have known that the owner was home. I would have found another way and another time.

What if he had killed you, buried you somewhere in a deep dark place? What would have happened to Yara and Des?

I was literally kicking my own ass as I tumbled the gem over and over again in my hands. It was shoved into the kangaroo pocket of the hoodie I wore. I could feel each and every groove on the stone and worry had begun to settle in on my stomach. The only way to get rid of worry was to unload the stone to Max and get my funds.

I was sitting in the window seat of the motel room, watching traffic go by. A cup of coffee that I had bought from the dollar store was doing the trick. Leaves were blowing around in the wind outside and smacking the windshields of cars as they eased up and down the road.

The twins were at school and the world had went on spinning as it always did. And yet, this feeling wouldn't go away.Bratva.He had said that word to me. He had promised to punish me. I had no idea what that meant but stealing from the Bratva carried more than punishment on the streets.

It was a death sentence.

"Fuck this," I muttered to myself.

Getting up and padding to the small little table, I took my phone off charge and texted Max. It was time. I wanted my money, and I wanted it now.

Let's meet in half an hour,I texted.

A few moments later, he replied.Is it acquired?

Max could really kill a wet dream some days, but I wasn't in the mood.Have my check ready.

Will do,he'd texted back.

I put my phone back on charge and went to turn on the shower. Immediately, it flooded out and steam began to fill the bathroom. I began to shed my clothing, but my reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink stopped me.

Around my neck was a single strand of pearls. My fingertips went to them immediately and found the clasp. They slipped from around my neck and crumpled into my waiting hands. The moment I had seen the pearls in the safe, I'd had to have them. Never in my life had I wanted jewelry. It wasn't really my thing. Even in my ears, I wore a simple pair of cubic zirconia stud earrings that I'd bought from Wal- Mart sometime within the last year. The less attention I drew to myself the less I would be noticed. Being a thief had taught me that you didn't always want to be noticed.

I shook my thoughts away and placed the pearls on side of the sink. The sooner I unloaded what I'd taken, the sooner I could get on with my normal life. For three days I had sat in fear, keeping the kids in the motel and hearing them groan about not going to see a movie they'd wanted to see, as if we had the money for it any way.

The water slipped and slid down my body as I worked up a lather in the cloth. When it was completely foamy, I began to wash my entire body, scrubbing as if somehow it would remove all of my sins.

And then his face entered into my head.

Those dark greenyes. They were so green it was like staring into a jewel that could pierce you with just one look. His lips had been supple and red, the kind of lips that could command you...lips that made you want to ride a man's face.

“Fuck,” I hissed, not realizing that my fingers had slid towards my clit.

Sex.

I didn't really do sex. There were a couple of guys I'd picked up from the gym for a quickie and ignored to never think of them again but that was about it. It had been about scratching an itch at the moment. It wasn't something I did every day or even thought about all that often. Usually these hot hook ups had happened during the day while the twins were at school. I'd get what I needed and then feel dirty about it happening in the bed I shared with Yara and immediately have to change the sheets. She would come home and ask why the sheets were different and, I'd have to come up with a lie.

But his face wouldn't go away. It remained ingrained in my mind; the thoughts of riding his mouth as he licked and nibbled until I cried out in ecstasy. My release coating his mouth in my juices as he lapped every bit of them up.

Suddenly, I was coming in my shower and had to use the rail for support. When it was done, my face was flush against the tile, my breaths coming out in shallow puffs.

"What in the entire hell was that?" I asked myself.

I had never in my entire life came from simply thinking about getting oral sex from a man. I got my senses back and grabbed the cloth that I had dropped at some point during my little fantasy and finished showering.

I was going to be late meeting Max if I didn’t' get out now.

Nearly breaking my neck, I got out and got dressed in record time. I took the ruby and tucked it inside of a fresh hoodie. Crossing the street and into traffic, I ducked into the diner and took a seat at my usual booth in the back. A waitress came by, but I didn't order anything.