“I’m not going to stop. I can’t. So where does that leave us?”
That’s the million-dollar fucking question, isn’t it? Unless I tell Xaviaro that I found The Ghost, he’s going to keep looking. But if Idotell him, he’ll tell Lorenzo, and he’s likely to want a face-to-face. Do I tell them that we’re involved or will that just cast suspicion on me? My stomach clenches and I sigh.
“I don’t know. I need to figure it out, but for now, we need to deal with this body.” I think for a minute, then pull my phone out of my pocket and make a call to one of my soldiers, telling him to drop a car off a block from here and leave the keys for me.
“You ever dumped a body on a first date before?” I ask with a laugh once I hang up the call.
One corner of his lip twitches upward in a crooked smile.
“I can’t remember, but I doubt it.”
I frown. “What do you mean you can’t remember?”
He stares at me for a few long seconds with something sad and hard to read in his eyes.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” he says.
Fuck, I want to push. I want to know everything that’s haunting him and I want to tell him that even though I can’t do anything to get rid of his darkness, I’m happy to stand in the shadows with him if he’ll let me.
But if he needs time, I’ll give it to him.
I’m not going anywhere.
Chapter
Fifteen
ALESSIO
All of ourcombined cum is now dry and crusted, making my dick stick to the inside of my leather pants, and the plug is a little uncomfortable, pressing up against my oversensitive prostate, but none of that is bothering me as much as it should. Not with Spettro sitting in the passenger seat, looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him since we met.
The body in the trunk thuds as I take the turn off the main road, onto a hard-to-see dirt track that leads to the flooded quarry I figured would be a perfect dump spot. Body disposal isn’t usually part of my job description, but I couldn’t exactly call Xav to ask for tips. I swear to fuck if this body surfaces and he calls me lazy again though, I might have to shoot him.
“So, should I call you Ghost now instead? Or do you want to tell me your real name now that your secret is out?” My question breaks the comfortable silence.
“I think I prefer ‘Spettro.’”
His answer has a warm feeling spreading through my chest, and I grin as I glance over at him.
“Spettro it is, then.” I didn’t miss that he dodged the second part of my question though. Maybe it’s part of the “I’ll tell you about it later” he gave me earlier.
Now that the fog of lust has cleared, I’m realizing that finding out Spettro is The Ghost has created a hell of a lot more questions than answers. I heard the words he growled at the Reaper as he tightened the rope around his throat though, and I understand why he’s doing all this. I understand why he said he won’t stop. Unfortunately, that puts me in a tough fucking position.
“I’m not the only one looking for you,” I tell him, rolling to a stop right at the edge of the water, gravel crunching under the tires of the car.
“I know.”
“You know?” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“I was in the alley behind Babylon the other night. I was about to grab that Reaper when you and Xaviaro showed up.”
I bark out a surprised laugh. “You’re a fucking surprise, Spettro.”
His lips twitch with another half grin and we both climb out of the car. It’s a nice night out, all things considered. There’s a warm breeze and nothing but the sound of crickets out here away from the city. He folds his arms on the roof of the car, looking over at me with a dark expression.
“Is he going to shoot me if he finds me?”
My gut clenches at the thought of it, and a hot feeling of protective rage makes all of my muscles tense. He must see something in my eyes, because his soften just a fraction, like maybe the homicidal feeling rushing through me makes him feel safe.