Page 64 of Love Me (Touch of Death 3)
“He’s going after Bianchi?”
Nero smiles, clearly pleased with himself. “Ronan Cole does not care who Bianchi intended to take from, only that it was him. Stupidity seems to irk him more than the act itself.”
And so, it begins. This will either fix everything or end us because we just got into bed with the Devil; worse, we stole from him and set him up as our own personal hitman.
20
Adelina
It’s been days since the gala, since I saw Sasha. Though I knew Sasha would come for me eventually, I was so consumed in my grief, that I just accepted my fate at the time. Until I saw him. Now it feels as though insects are crawling over my skin. I can barely sit still. Enrique has hardly been in the penthouse. I guess my little outburst at the dinner party has put him off taking me with him everywhere. He’d rather run the risk and leave me here.
I sit up on the bed when I hear the front door open. There’s a flurry of footsteps, permeated by several voices. Enrique’s is distinctive above the rest. I open my bedside drawer and pick up the tiny metal disk that Sasha gave me, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.
I shove it into the pocket of my jeans and leave the room, glancing up and down the corridor. A few of his men are in the living room, a rugby game on the TV keeping them transfixed. I slip past them, looking for Enrique. He isn’t in the kitchen or dining room, either. That just leaves his room. I pause outside the door, my fingers wrapped around the handle. I press my ear to the wood and can hear the faint hammering of water over tile. He’s in the shower. Perfect. I quietly push open the door and slip into the room, closing it behind me.
His suit is discarded on the bed, his phone on the bedside table next to his watch. It will be obvious on the phone, and if I know anything about people in his line of business, it’s that they change their phones. Often. The watch, however, he always wears. It’s my best shot. Digging into my pocket, I take the little disc and stick it to the back of the watch face. He may see it, but it sits flush, completely un-noticeable unless he was looking for it. I place the watch back down and move away. It’s only when I’m a few feet from the door that I realize the water has cut off. Steam pours through the open bathroom doorway, and Enrique suddenly cuts through the fog. My eyes dart between him and the my escape, and panic rises. I lean against the wall beside the, casually crossing my arms over my chest.
He freezes when he spots me, a frown blanketing his features. A towel is wrapped around his waist; another tossed loosely around his shoulders.
“Adelina.” He steps into the room, eyes narrowing. “What a lovely surprise,” he drawls, sarcasm running rife. “What can I do for you?” He trails his fingers over his flat stomach before touching the towel at his hips.
“Not that,” I say, trying to hide my disgust. My mind scrambles for something. Anything. “I wanted to speak to you.”
“Oh?” He moves away to the closet.
I can see straight into the dressing room. He releases his towel, revealing his bare ass. I drop my gaze to the carpet, my cheeks heating unnecessarily.
“Yes, I uh, I’ve been thinking. You were right. . . about Una Ivanov.”
He steps out of the closet in just a pair of pants before crossing the room. He picks up the watch and slips it over his hand, clasping it tightly.
“She’s coming for us both, and…it doesn’t help either of us to be against each other.”
“Well, isn’t that sweet?” he mocks. “But, I no longer need your help.” He steps closer to me, reaching out and clasping my chin. “You serve one purpose now.” His thumb swipes over my bottom lip, and I swallow bile as I look into those dark eyes, flat and dead like a shark’s. His free hand grips my hip hard, almost painfully slamming me against the wall. His lips assault mine, violent and demanding. God, I hate him. I hate everything about him. I allow him to violate my mouth, all so I can get that damn tracker on his watch without him suspecting me.
I manage to shove him away from me. “Of course,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m just a hole to stick your dick in, right? Sad, that you can’t find a woman who actually wants to sleep with you.”
He grins lecherously. “Keep going, principessa. I so enjoy our little fights, mainly because I always win.”
I turn away, pulling the door open.
“This will all be over soon.”
