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All three of us looked at Caspian. “You tell me everything I need to know about her so I can eliminate the threat, and then I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll forget she ever existed.”

Chapter 43

Caspian

Irecounted the story for Vince. Told him all about my father and the restaurant and taking the job to get money. I foolishly thought killing strangers would be easy, and it had been…until the call wasn’t about a stranger. It was about him. Then the restaurant didn’t matter as much, my father’s debts…it was like a light bulb and been switched on and I saw my life as my own for the very first time.

When I finished, Vince was quiet for so long, I started to worry my explanation wasn’t good enough. Worried he had a gun under his desk that he was going to aim at my face again… and, fuck, I would have deserved it. Shit had just gotten so off-track. I’d made deals I didn’t understand, and I’d never wanted out of my own life more than I did now. I’d hurt so many people, and not just the ones I killed.

“Orion.” Vince cleared his throat. “Take Jacob withyou to get dinner for the four of us. I need to speak with Caspian alone.”

Orion ground his molars like Vince had asked him to eat glass.

“There are no secrets between us, pet,” Vince said next, tone soft around the edges. “And besides, you know where you sleep at night. Don’t be jealous. It’s not becoming of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” Orion bit out, stalking out of the office with Jacob on his heels. As soon as they were gone and the door was closed, my knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor with a barely restrained cry.

“He loathes me.” I hated how much it sounded like a whine.

Vince chuckled and came around to the other side of his desk, sitting down with his back against the front of it, his legs stretched out toward where I lay crumpled.

“He doesn’t hate you,” Vince promised me. “But he doesn’t like you.”

I groaned, pushing into a seated position near his right calf.

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you,” I admitted.

“Do you want him?”

“He scares me.”

Vince made an amused sound in the back of his throat. “He is intimidating, I’ll give you that.”

“Has he killed people before?”

“More than you, I’m sure,” he answered, crooking a finger to beckon me closer.

The bullet I’d taken earlier had grazed across my lower leg, just below my knee. It took a chunk of skin out and I’d lost what felt like a lot of blood, but my mobility wasn’t terribly restricted. I went to Vince, nearer the desk, barely grimacing when he lifted me up onto his lap. It positioned me over him, and I took advantage of the rare opportunity to look down into his face rather than up.

“He’s a hitman,” I said. “And you’re a prince.”

The corner of Vince’s mouth quirked up. “And what are you?”

“A stupid man who didn’t understand the terms of the deal,” I muttered.

Vince’s hands came around my waist, grinding me down into his lap. It was impossible to not groan at the heat of him, and even harder to keep my mind from going blank at the hot press of his cock against my ass.

“The only way out is to kill me, isn’t it?” he asked, sliding a hand up the small of my back and pulling me down toward his mouth. His eyes were dark and hooded…dangerous.

“It’s me or you,” I said.

Vince hummed and slanted our mouths together, making quick work of spreading my lips and spearing his tongue inside. He swirled his around mine, lifting his ass up off the floor to push more insistently against my ass. Curling my hands over his shoulders, I let him kiss me asdeep as he wanted because there was no fighting against a man like Vince Angelini.