Page 52 of Ruthless Obsession

“Wear an evening gown and a twenty-two strapped to your thigh.”

She smiles. “I can do that. I want to kill him, Mavis.”

I slip a sliver of pork chop into my mouth, chewing as I stare at her. “Slow down, he stole from us. I’ll be the one to snap his fucking neck.”

Her brows lower. “At least let me hurt him in some way.”

I hook an arm around her waist and pull her close. “I can do that.” My lips press against hers. The way she embraces our kiss tells me she wants more.

“One more thing, Mavis. I need a new phone.”

Is my woman milking this moment?

“I have to run my business.”

I stare at her for a moment.

“At least so I can communicate with my clients. You can be right there when I use it.”

“Fine. I’ll have Brisa bring one tomorrow.”

“She nods, turns on her heels and walks out the kitchen.

After I ate dinner, I returned to my bedroom. I take in her sexy ass sitting in the center of my bed again. Big black curls barreling down her back. She took the time to curl her hair for this moment. I want to make it special.

I step to the wet bar and prepare drinks for us. Two Jack Daniels. One on the rocks, one neat.

“What do you like to drink?” I ask as I move to the bed.

“Strawberry daiquiris, margaritas, whiskey, and any vodka drinks.” Sophie smirks.

I place the glass of whiskey on the rocks in her hand. I rip the towel from my waist and toss it in a nearby chair.

Her eyes fall on my cock that rises to the occasion.

“Is your pussy wetting my sheets?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip at the thought.

“Yes, she mutters as she brings the whiskey to her lips.

I climb in bed next to her, pulling the sheet over my dick. Her eyes move from the bruise on my chest to the gunshot wound on the side of my torso.

My head rests on the headboard as I drink the whiskey.

Her warm fingers slip over my red and blue bruise on my chest.

“If you wouldn’t have worn the vest…” she whispers.

“But because of you I did.”

She smiles. “How’s the other wound? Sophie runs her hand toward my side.

I catch her hand.

She lifts a brow. “That bad, huh?”

“I’ll survive.”

“You could’ve waited to go out until you were completely healed.”