“But you’re still hiding them from me. Until you quench my thirst for them, I’ll feed my imagination with something else.”
“You’re so inappropriate.”
“And you’re not in a classroom anymore,Miss Meneceo. You’re a single woman, visiting an inmate in prison, who is single, too. What do you think thenatureof such visits is, baby girl?”
My jaw hung low. “I’m not here for…that.” I protested even thoughbaby girlcaused not one but two throbs between my legs.
“Why are you here, Jo?”
Yes. Why was I here getting burned in a new hell I should do nothing but escape? Had I not had enough flames devouring me whole and spitting me flayed? Why could I not leave without seeing Laius Lazzarini one last time when I knew it’d only make me want to stay? Why was I here melting at words that would forever stir my wet dreams? Why was I here wanting, needing, them to be more than dreams? I cleared my throat. “I… I’m here to thank you for protecting me.”
He chuckled. “I don’t like to be lied to, especially when I’ve been nothing but honest with you.”
“I’m not lying.” I was only telling half the truth.
“Well, bless your heart, Jo. I stuck my neck out for you when you ain’t even that girl. I’d been fucking myself in the dark, talking to myself like a crazy man because of it. If you’re really here to thank me, a few words ain’t gonna cut it, baby. You gotta show me how thankful you really are,” he drawled like a Texan.
God, that accent turned my brain into mush. “What… How would you like me to thank you?”
“You see that table over there?” He didn’t point. He just tilted his chin toward the secluded table I wanted to sit at but was taken. I nodded once.
“Do you know what people do when they sit there?”
I blinked toward the table. I could barely see the woman who sat there, and the inmate she was visiting didn’t appear at all from here. Sweet Jesus. Now, I knew why she was wearing that sexy dress. Why did I have to be so naïve all the time? I had no clue people would… Not here. Not with all these people around. Not with the risk of being caught…or watched. I blushed hard. There was no question as to what Furore wanted.
He rose to his feet and subtly adjusted himself. Fuck, the glimpse of the outline alone was huge. “When I tell you to come, come.” Then he winked. “Pun intended.”
“No, Laius. I will not—”
He ignored me and was now talking to the people at the table. In a second, the other inmate was on his feet, protesting yet complying with Furore’s wishes. Furore nodded for me to join him. Despite the other frowning man and glaring woman coming my way, who looked like they were about to murder me, I didn’t have the courage to leave my seat because I knew deep down if I went there, I wouldn’t have the willpower to deny Laius. Honestly, I was starting to think I’d give that man anything he asked for, and that was what terrified me the most.
CHAPTER 18
Furore
“I will not have sex with you,” she said under her breath, my favorite shade of red scorching her face as she threw a quick glance around the room. But no one was watching. We were in the corner away from the view of the guards and the cameras. I’d kept her safe from everyone else, but there was no one to keep her safe from me.
“Hey, look at me. Don’t look at anyone else.” I leaned closer, getting high on her scent. “Did you really think my first time inside you would be a quickie in a stinky place like this dump?”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
“Because you’re driving me out of my fucking mind in that skirt,” I said, and she fidgeted in her seat. My eyes roamed toward the buttons of her green shirt I was dying to undo so I could fill my grip with those tits, and then dropped down to her snug black skirt, to her ass that filled the chair and then some. “Fuck, you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” I stared at her legs, wishing I could hike the fabric of her skirt up her thighs and then…
Blushing deep, she tucked her hair behind her ear, which I was still positive it was a wig. “Do you really have a son?”
I snorted with an eye roll. “You shittin’ me right now?”
“Answer the question, please.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose because she was trying to change the subject and the time we had left wasn’t enough for half of the things I wanted to do to her. “Fine.” I wanted her to believe and trust me. I wanted her to tell me the truth about her. She might not be the Larvin’s kid, but she was someone else other than who she claimed to be. I wanted a lot from Jo Meneceo or whatever the fuck her real name was.
So, to save us both the time and the doubt, I told her everything about my boy and the bitch Delilah and her fucking husband. How I used the same scare tactic the Lanzas used on me and got Delilah to change her testimony. I’d sent Fort to Delilah offering her a choice. I wasn’t gonna play the Lanzas’ game, so McNamara was going to die. In that case, I’d rather I killed him myself. The choice was simple. She could either stick to her testimony and had her precious fucker in a grave or change her testimony and keep the asshole alive.
She knew I wasn’t bluffing. If I was going down, it’d be with a bang. She also knew no one could protect her husband from the Mob but someone like the Night Skulls. We both put our past, pride and vendettas aside for now. She changed her testimony, and I assigned men to keep McNamara alive. It stung that I had to protect that piece of shit myself, but I’d do anything for a chance to be with my boy and my brothers. For a chance to be with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
“Now, where were we?” With one hand I held her wrist under the table, and with the other I unfastened the front of my jeans. Her breath caught as I pulled my cock out and brought her hand to it.
“Laius, what are you—”