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to be caught on one of the airport’s security cameras. He walked backwards, looking for a cab leaving without any passengers, and finally flagged one just before they hit the main road leading away from the airport.
The cabbie dropped them a couple of miles away at a sleazy motel. A hundred dollar bill let them slide without ID. Nico wasn’t crazy about bringing Angel there even for a night; he wanted her to have the best of everything. Wanted her sleeping on silk sheets and waited on hand and foot. But that would have to come later, after he’d secured her safety. For now, they needed to stay under the radar, and that meant avoiding the use of their real names.
“I’m sorry about this,” he said, setting their bags down in the tiny room.
She looked confused. “About what?”
“This… room,” he said, looking around.
She walked toward him, put her arms around his neck, looked into his eyes. “I don’t care about the room, Nico.”
She stood on tip-toe, touched her lips to his, slipped her tongue in his mouth. His cock immediately responded, standing at attention like it always did when she touched him. He couldn’t remember what it was like to be touched by someone else, to be kissed by someone else. He hoped he would never have to be reminded. He only wanted her. Today and forever.
Her mouth on his. Her hands on his body.
She took his lower lip between her teeth and tugged until he groaned.
“Work now, play later,” she said.
He sighed. “Tease.”
They left the room and walked to a nearby diner with sticky vinyl seats and slightly dim fluorescent lighting. After they ate, they bought four cheap Tracphones at a gas station and walked to the edge of a vacant lot. It wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but they needed privacy. Nico was armed. They would have to take their chances.
“You sure you want to do this?” Angel asked when he booted up the phone.
“We don’t have a choice,” he said.
She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, then closed it.
“What?” he asked.
“I was going to say we could run. Just get David and run.”
“But?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to run.”
He smiled at her through the darkness. “Me, either.”
He opened the phone and dialed the number he’d memorized after the death of his parents. Raneiro answered on the second ring.
“Who are you and how did you get this number?”
The voice almost stopped Nico cold. It was the voice of his mentor and friend. The voice of the man who had been like a father to him after his own father had been murdered by Carlo Rossi. But it was also the voice of a cold-blooded killer. A kid who’d grown up on the mean streets of Sicily and now gave orders to the most vicious men in the world.
“It’s Nico,” he said. “We have two minutes before I disconnect this call.”
He couldn’t be sure Raneiro had the kind of tech savvy on staff to trace the call after the fact. But Raneiro had money. Lots of money. And money would buy any kid of knowledge. It was better to be safe.
“Nico…” He felt a twinge of satisfaction at the note of surprise in Raneiro’s voice. “Where are you?”
“You now I’m not going to tell you that, Nero. Cut the shit. Tell me what you want.”
A low chuckle unspooled from the other end of the phone. “Always straight and to the point, Nico. I have always liked that about you.”
“So?” Nico prompted.
“What do you want, Nico?” Raneiro’s voice was cold now, all hint of affection gone.
“I want out. For Angelica Rossi, her brother, and me. A free pass.”
“Nothing is free in this life, Nico. Didn’t your father teach you that before Carlo Rossi put a bullet in his brain?”
Nico reigned in his temper. He had been groomed by Raneiro, and he knew all the older man’s tricks. Raneiro was baiting him, trying to throw him off balance by appealing to emotion.
“Then tell me what you want as a trade,” Nico said.
“Some things can’t be
The cabbie dropped them a couple of miles away at a sleazy motel. A hundred dollar bill let them slide without ID. Nico wasn’t crazy about bringing Angel there even for a night; he wanted her to have the best of everything. Wanted her sleeping on silk sheets and waited on hand and foot. But that would have to come later, after he’d secured her safety. For now, they needed to stay under the radar, and that meant avoiding the use of their real names.
“I’m sorry about this,” he said, setting their bags down in the tiny room.
She looked confused. “About what?”
“This… room,” he said, looking around.
She walked toward him, put her arms around his neck, looked into his eyes. “I don’t care about the room, Nico.”
She stood on tip-toe, touched her lips to his, slipped her tongue in his mouth. His cock immediately responded, standing at attention like it always did when she touched him. He couldn’t remember what it was like to be touched by someone else, to be kissed by someone else. He hoped he would never have to be reminded. He only wanted her. Today and forever.
Her mouth on his. Her hands on his body.
She took his lower lip between her teeth and tugged until he groaned.
“Work now, play later,” she said.
He sighed. “Tease.”
They left the room and walked to a nearby diner with sticky vinyl seats and slightly dim fluorescent lighting. After they ate, they bought four cheap Tracphones at a gas station and walked to the edge of a vacant lot. It wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but they needed privacy. Nico was armed. They would have to take their chances.
“You sure you want to do this?” Angel asked when he booted up the phone.
“We don’t have a choice,” he said.
She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, then closed it.
“What?” he asked.
“I was going to say we could run. Just get David and run.”
“But?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to run.”
He smiled at her through the darkness. “Me, either.”
He opened the phone and dialed the number he’d memorized after the death of his parents. Raneiro answered on the second ring.
“Who are you and how did you get this number?”
The voice almost stopped Nico cold. It was the voice of his mentor and friend. The voice of the man who had been like a father to him after his own father had been murdered by Carlo Rossi. But it was also the voice of a cold-blooded killer. A kid who’d grown up on the mean streets of Sicily and now gave orders to the most vicious men in the world.
“It’s Nico,” he said. “We have two minutes before I disconnect this call.”
He couldn’t be sure Raneiro had the kind of tech savvy on staff to trace the call after the fact. But Raneiro had money. Lots of money. And money would buy any kid of knowledge. It was better to be safe.
“Nico…” He felt a twinge of satisfaction at the note of surprise in Raneiro’s voice. “Where are you?”
“You now I’m not going to tell you that, Nero. Cut the shit. Tell me what you want.”
A low chuckle unspooled from the other end of the phone. “Always straight and to the point, Nico. I have always liked that about you.”
“So?” Nico prompted.
“What do you want, Nico?” Raneiro’s voice was cold now, all hint of affection gone.
“I want out. For Angelica Rossi, her brother, and me. A free pass.”
“Nothing is free in this life, Nico. Didn’t your father teach you that before Carlo Rossi put a bullet in his brain?”
Nico reigned in his temper. He had been groomed by Raneiro, and he knew all the older man’s tricks. Raneiro was baiting him, trying to throw him off balance by appealing to emotion.
“Then tell me what you want as a trade,” Nico said.
“Some things can’t be
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