Sam had to play his cards right, at the same time, he couldn’t help his desire for a bit of fun. He knew what he was doing. Nearly twenty years in the business taught him how to deal with a sticky situation. Sink her in deep and hook her hard. Make her feel as if she could trust him, open up to him, and then yank her out of the water.
He had to admit, when Jamie blew into the lobby holding that briefcase and looking frantic, he was disappointed. He wanted her to be one of the good ones. He knew better than to assume the worst right away, but he also knew how to be cautious. It wasn’t worth getting too excited over something without enough background information. The fact that she was here with a briefcase could very well be coincidental, but he doubted it. Not when she ran into that lobby as if a dragon blew fire all over the back of her legs. Housekeepers don’t travel with briefcases, and they sure as hell don’t act as if they’d just broken the law.
But he grinned nonetheless, because he liked her smile. It made the skin at the corner of those stunning green eyes crinkle. She must smile a lot, he imagined.
He kept his focus straight forward, as he vividly recalled staring up at her on those steps without a bra on. Not many men in this world could look away from a set of free-hanging tits. Might as well hang bacon over a dog’s mouth.
As he touched the small of her back while they descended the steps and exited the hotel, he wondered if he’d be considered an asshole for taking advantage of her like this. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to make love to her, but at the same time, he wanted to make her pay for trying to blackmail them. He wouldn’t let it happen, of course, but still, her plan was set into motion which was why he was here. His job was to get the briefcase and then kill her. Nothing would stop him from fulfilling his duty.
Why did it have to be her? What did they ever do to her? Before the lodge he’d never seen Jamie before, not even in passing. She had the kind of face that was unforgettable.
He thought hard about what he should do with her, as they strolled down the cobblestone streets toward his favorite nightclub. Despite the mini storm that blew in a short while ago, the streets of Havana were right back to their usual nighttime excitement.
The seductive beat of Cuban drums lilted in the air. A cool Caribbean breeze swept through the narrow streets. They passed a man and woman in a heated embrace against the stone façade of a nearby building. Sam’s blood raced as the woman’s excited sigh met his ears. He wondered if Jamie heard it too and how it made her feel.
His gaze wandered down to the opening of Jamie’s shirt at the bare expanse of her smooth shoulder. If he leaned down and kissed her there on that purple flower tattoo, would she sigh in rapture like that woman against the wall?
Jamie glanced up and caught him staring at her shoulder. “How often do you come here on business?”
Sam cleared his throat and looked at her face. There was something about her that made him want to tell her about his life, about his struggles, but he knew better. His solitary life was best kept that way. “Maybe a couple times a year, depending on who calls.”
“Must be nice to come here on business,” she said in a wistful tone.
Not even close, sweetheart. “It pays the bills.”
Around the next corner, the outdoor lights of the nightclub shone like a strobe light. Jamie’s surprised gasp and excited expression made him grin. Her honest—or what appeared to be honest—reaction to sights and sounds appealed to him. A thought struck his mind that only a person who’d never really traveled would react in such a way. Which made him wonder how worldly this woman really was. If her intention was to blackmail them for ten million, wouldn’t she be more sly and seductive—not sweet and chatty?
People were dancing in the street right outside of the club. Hips grinded, lips touched. Women danced together. Men danced together. This place was a whole world of its own. A man and a woman could be anybody here.
“Here we are.” He guided Jamie toward the wide-open doors and into the packed nightclub. “What do you think?” He shouted through the music.
Her smile was all the answer he needed, especially when he noticed her hips moving to the beat already. She closed her eyes and swayed to the tune, lifted her arms above her head and let the music take her away. Sam took the opportunity to admire her body, how her full breasts stretched the purple shirt to its max, how her curvy hips moved in sweet seduction.
Hypnotized, he stepped closer, into her body’s curve and began moving along with her to the bump and grind of the music, a sway that could only belong to the rhythmic heat that was Cuban. Everywhere he looked, women were half-dressed. Men drooled and ass grinded against any broad that would accept their attention. Sweat mingled and trickled with perfume and cologne, while eyes appreciated and bodies loved with abandon.
Sam slipped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. When she opened her eyes in that lazy, take me, I don’t mind, kind of way, he knew what was on the menu tonight. Jamie let her arms rest around his shoulders, and when he leaned down and put his mouth on hers, she responded exactly as he remembered from that night on the dock.
Passion. Electricity. Full-body heat.
As her sweet lips mingled with his and her hips pressed harder, more urgently against him, Sam didn’t want to be in this place anymore. He wanted to take her back to his room and show her how pleasing the Caribbean breeze felt against naked, sweaty flesh.
He leaned closer and murmured in her ear as they swayed smoothly to the music. “Can I tell you something?”
She looked up and gave a shy nod. His blood simmered by that sexy expression.
“I’ve thought about that kiss on the dock since I left Sharp Ridge.”
Her sweet lips tipped up in a half smile. “Me too.”
He gave her a wolfish glance. “Whatever happens here is your decision to make. We can go to your room and find out just how hot this thing is between us, or we can get drunk on tequila and go our separate ways. Whatever you want.”
She was just about to answer but stopped short when a movement behind her caught Sam’s eye. Without expressing the sudden anger welling up, Sam nodded to the man whose face was well known to him. The fact that he was here could mean only one thing.
Without startling her, Sam leaned closer, his eyes still trained on the person standing twenty paces behind her back. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
She nodded, oblivious to his sudden change in demeanor, or to the fact that the years of training and survival mode had rushed back to the surface, pushing away any and all thoughts of the previous hour spent with her.
He left her on the dancefloor and followed the man who had disappeared into the dark hallway leading to the washrooms. A thought crossed his mind that she had arranged this, but Jamie had no idea beforehand that Sam would take her to a nightclub. Unless Norman the Norwegian was paid to follow her and keep her safe at all costs. She could afford to pay him with the ten million McCoy was dishing out for her silence.
Whatever the case, the blond monster would be hard to take down, having at least a hundred pounds over Sam, and all of it muscle.
Prepared to fight, he slipped the small but deadly titanium knife from the pocket of his slacks and held it hidden in the palm of one hand, as he pushed the bathroom door open with the other. The door swung shut behind him, muffling the music. An old florescent light flickered above the sinks, making the funky bright orange and blue walls hard to decipher where the walls started or ended. He jerked, surprised and a little disoriented from the lighting as two men exited the same stall.
The second the main door swung shut behind them, the stall door beside him burst open smashing against the frame. Before Sam could react, he was hit from the side and violently shoved into the counter against the opposite wall. He grunted at the biting pain as his hip collided hard against the cement vanity. Sam sucked in a sharp breath and squinted hard, trying to block out the throbbing ache. Norman came at him again and again, bruising his ribs with his deadly knuckles.
Sam grit his teeth and flipped the knife in his hand, swinging it out with all of his strength, slicing through the air but missing his target. Norman released a deep guttural laugh as his massive fist pounded into Sam’s ribs, making him stumble back a few feet. He struggled to breathe, fought to maintain his footing as a wave of heat threatened to take him down. He managed to block a hit to the face, but couldn’t catch his breath fast enough to give one of his own. Maybe this was it. Maybe his days were finally over, Sam thought, as the brawny Norwegian rushed him again.
But he couldn’t die now. He was too stubborn for that, and his brothers were counting on him to see this job through—no matter the cost.
As Norman came at him full force, Sam used the advantage of his smaller size and speed to squat down at the last second, as Norman swung at his head with all of his weight. Sam curved the knife up, jabbing the blade deep into his opponent’s stomach He pushed against Norman’s shoulder, shoving him down to twist the knife up to his heart with all of the strength and force he had left.
Norman’s groan echoed through the washroom as he sunk to his knees then fell forward. Dark blood oozed onto the tiled floor as Sam pulled his knife out of Norman’s flesh. He moved to the sink and stared at his reflection for a long while, even knowing he could be seen, as he absently rinsed the blood from the blade. His face appeared gaunt and tired. His eyes held no emotion other than acceptance of his life and his path. Sam Hayes, you might as well be a fucking doll. A powerful surge of bile rushed up his throat from what he’d just done, and what he’d become after all these years. He shook it off, and cursed himself for letting his emotions nearly make him puke. Shrug it off. It’s just another hit.
He walked away from the mirror, and the man staring back at him. Sometimes he didn’t care if he got caught, but for his brothers and their families, he couldn’t stay there and risk being seen.
As the last breath gurgled out of Norman the Norwegian’s mouth, Sam slipped the knife back into his pocket and exited the washroom. He swept through the crowd, thankful that nobody had seen him and returned to Jamie who was now standing at a high table chatting with a man. Sam gave him a sharp glare and the guy disappeared into the crowd. Jamie seemed shocked by the guy’s sudden departure, but Sam didn’t care. She seemed to shy away as he walked up, but said nothing.
His side ached so bad he was certain he’d cracked something, but he couldn’t let her see his pain. She needed to believe that he was just some random businessman here on a boring job, whether he looked like hell or not.
With the vivid image of Norman lying in the bathroom, and the beautiful face of Jamie in front of him, Sam decided that he needed something soft, something to take the pain away of what he’d just done. He took her hand and led her back to the dancefloor.
As everyone else swung about, gyrating against each other to the fast, hip-swinging music, Sam held Jamie close and guided her in a slow rhythm with him. He breathed in the flowery scent of her hair as she put her cheek to his chest and followed his lead. The lights and chaos and laughter in the club didn’t exist as he swept his hand around the curve of her hip and up her back to the nape of her neck.
Jamie pulled back and looked up at him with awareness, her seductive eyes pulling him in like a fish in a net. He leaned down as she pushed up, and when their lips met on that crowded dance floor, he knew he would have her tonight.
His heart pounded with excitement, and his cock ached to be inside her as their lips mingled and their tongues tasted. He wanted to own her and punish her at the same time.
Without a word, he took her hand and led her out the door. As they headed back to the hotel along the narrow street, he found a secluded spot and pressed her against the stone wall. She didn’t say a word, didn’t pull away from him as he braced his hands on each side of her head and leaned down to capture her lips for another kiss. Her whimper of pleasure made his blood dance like that packed nightclub.
The sensual beat of the Cuban drums in the background matched the pounding of his heart as he moved his hands away from the wall to cup her breasts. They were full and heavy, as he imagined they would be when he saw her without a bra. God, that was such a turn on. He’d wanted to ravage her right there on those stairs in her flustered and nervous state. He could’ve taken the briefcase then and there as well, but he didn’t. He wanted to know about her. Needed to know what she was all about.
“I want you,” he murmured.
Jamie’s back hugged the wall as her arms snaked around his neck. “Yes.”
He moved down and kissed her breasts through her shirt and bra, instigating a throaty moan from her perfect lips. Then he trailed his hand down and cupped the apex of her trembling thighs, feeling the hot wetness there right through her pants. That was all the encouragement he needed.
He took her hand again and led her back to the hotel, his steps quick and sure. As he led her up the stairs into the hotel and to his room, he knew what he needed.
Sam wanted to forget what just happened in that bathroom. What he needed was her softness, her smile, and her body beneath his. Right now he didn’t care who she was or what she was about. He’d cross that path when it came.
He shut the door to his suite and switched on a lamp as she walked ahead of him, taking in the details of the space, her sandals clicking softly on the wooden floor. A large, queen-sized bed dominated the cozy room flanked by two small bedside tables. Being a man, he didn’t much care about the décor—everything was a different shade of brown—but she seemed impressed. None of that mattered when all he wanted was to toss her onto that bed and have his way with her.
Jamie moved to the narrow double doors leading to his balcony. “Can I open them?”
When she glanced over her shoulder, he nodded. “Whatever you want.”
She smiled and turned around, opened the old wooden doors. Havana Port twinkled a short distance away. A sliver of a moon highlighted rooftop terraces. A gust of wind billowed the curtains, but his gaze was caught in the sway of her golden hair.
“It’s beautiful.”
As if in a trance, he walked up behind her, slid her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. Jamie released a deep sigh and turned around to face him. The knowing look in her eyes was the key to his fulfillment.
With the balcony doors to his room wide open, he slid her shirt up and over her body, his rapt gaze followed her golden hair as it fell back over her shoulders. He swept her hair to the side again, leaned down and kissed her tattooed shoulder as he wanted to an hour before. Her head fell back as he kissed and licked her soft flesh, working his way down to her breasts. Jamie let her head fall back and expelled a throaty moan as she reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling away the offending garment and tossing it on the floor. He sucked her nipples hard, desperate with anger and resentment at his life, yet thrilled to be here, in his room, with her. She moaned soft and deep, more seductive than the woman shrouded by darkness in the street.
They didn’t say a word. Only touched. Breathed in the scent of their arousal. Listened to the hushed moans and sighs of pleasure.
Jamie unbuttoned his shirt as Sam hooked his fingers in her leggings and rolled them down the exquisite length of her shapely legs. He took his time, showing her how much she turned him on. He knelt down with the descent of her leggings, kissing and licking her tender flesh. As she stepped out of them, he kissed her hot pussy through the soaked material of her panties. But as Sam tongued her panties and lifted his hands to remove them, Jamie stepped back and shook her head, eyes dark with desire and mystery. With a coy smile she retreated to his bed and sat on the edge, clad in nothing but tanned skin and lacy black panties.
What a beautiful sight.
A rumble of animalistic desire growled under his breath as she crooked her finger for him to come to her. And come to her, he did. He approached cautiously, suddenly worried she had a nasty trick up her sleeve, just when his work instincts were put on hold and his dick was harder than the coral reef out there.
But when he stepped between her open thighs at the edge of the bed, Jamie stared up at him with luminous eyes and reached up to peel away his unbuttoned shirt. It slipped off to pool on the floor behind his feet. Fucking hell, the way she touched him so softly, yet with an expert touch, made him want to shove her down and fuck her hard. But he had to control the animal within.
Next, her fingernail touched the top of his chest and scraped an erotic path all the way down to his navel, twirling around the dark path of hair leading to excitement. He grit his teeth. She unhooked his slacks and unzipped him with the finesse of a woman who knew what she wanted, and wanted it now.
Sam sucked in a sharp breath as Jamie boldly reached into his boxers and pulled out his achingly stiff rod. Yes.
“Mmm,” she moaned, and glanced up at him with hungry eyes before she leaned close and flicked her hot tongue over his head.
Sam grit his teeth as he watched her work him like a horny woman on a mission. Jesus Christ. He blew out a long breath as she licked around his head and then under the base of his shaft, before she took him as far into her mouth as she could handle. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her throat cinched around him and she forced herself to take more, right to the back of her throat.
This wasn’t good. He should be the one in control, not the one being handled like a young man about to chuck it almost instantly. Her hot, wet, suctioning mouth captivated him.
He released a deep moan and feathered his fingers through her soft hair. As if of their own will, his hips rocked forward. But before he lost control, he gripped her hair, gently pulled her head back and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, showing her through actions how much she turned him on, how much her attention pleased him. Then he cupped her shoulders and laid her back on the bed. It was time to turn up the music.
Like a content feline, Jamie lounged over the plush blankets, her hot gaze trained on him as Sam yanked down his pants and boxers. Her mouth opened seductively, and her soft moan of pleasure as she stared at his nakedness turned him on even more.
He was fueled by much more than her passion. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and she was about to be his target of release. Hurting her wasn’t an option, pleasing her was his mission.
Sam sprawled out over her body, kissing and licking every inch of her quivering skin. As he worked his way down her soft, warm flesh, her hips began to writhe beneath him, clearly eager for more. He gripped her panties and slid them off with reckless speed, before he crouched between her legs and kissed her pussy with the dual thrill of his tongue.
“Oh….” Her beautiful lips parted for a deep, lingering sigh.
Jamie gripped the bedding and shrieked as he licked and nipped and blew on her sensitive clit, all the while his hands pressing her knees to the bed, spreading her wide and open for him. Now he was in control. She was about to become his possession.
He delved his tongue from the tip of her clit right down to the dark treasure of her ass. She cried out and squirmed, her hips lifting off the mattress. As he licked back up to the trembling crest of her wet lips, and flicked his tongue hard on her clit over and over again, Jamie released a throaty moan and her body stilled.
She came hard, her whole body quaking in ecstasy, her cries throaty and passionate. He enjoyed every second of it.
As she lay there panting and flushed a moment later, Sam reached over to the nightstand for the packet of condoms he was glad he bought on a whim, and quickly slipped one on. Her body was still quivering as he nudged his painfully hard head against her clit and rubbed there softly, up and down and around, driving her wild.
She jerked hard with every push he gave. Shuddered each time he ground his hips against her. She was wet and glistening and ready to take him. Sam gripped his shaft, gently probing with only the tip, feeding a little more and a little more with each teasing thrust.
“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking against him, wanting him deeper, and urging him to push harder. It triggered the hungry beast waiting to be unleashed.
He gave her exactly that, pushing in deep, making her suck in a sharp gasp of surprise. He stared into her wide eyes, thrilled by her reaction. Fueled to give her so much more. God, she was tight.
He shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be having sex with a woman who was after his family for money. But he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t stop the need to bury himself deep inside her, lose himself inside her hot, wet heat and forget about all the bad shit that’d happened in his life. This was the only way to find release for a tormented man like him.
Curving over her body, he was entranced how her tight nipples brushed against his chest. Her hips ground against his, meeting every hard thrust with her own rough need. She sighed and whimpered and moaned and it was the best music a man could hear. Jamie tightened around him, her impending climax gripping him hard, and before he could get a grip of himself and hold on just a little bit longer, he felt his own rush draw to the surface.
Her eyes widened and her body shuddered. She cried out and gripped his hips, digging into his flesh with her fingernails. Yes, feel it. Sam pushed faster, cupping her bum to lift her higher, gratified by her fluttering walls gripping him so tight. A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips as he stilled and released his torment, coming right along with her. He thought his dick would explode he came so hard. He squinted tight and blew out a sharp breath. Never before had he felt such a rush, such animal passion with a woman. He wanted to rip off that condom, feel her nakedness, and come deep inside her.
As Sam rolled off her body, his breath short and sharp, he didn’t know if he should feel regret or relief. They lay there side-by-side, both staring up at the ceiling, neither saying a word.
After a long stretch of silence which became more awkward by the minute, Jamie pushed up to sit at the edge of the bed, and glanced down at him over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from him. “Maybe I should head back to my room….”
That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Why can’t you stay? Did I do something wrong?” God, you idiot. Now she’ll think you want more than a casual fuck. But maybe he did. This whole situation was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He could have her for a few more days yet. Really give it to her good before duty called.
“Uh, do you want me to stay?” A slow, almost unsure smile touched her rosy lips as she glanced back at him. That shy smile made him want to take her again, and again, until he had nothing left to give.
“Maybe I do. Would you like to stay the night? I promise I’m pretty good at cuddling.” And getting hard again.
She giggled and shook her head in obvious incredulity. “I’ve only been here for two days—”
“And the problem is?” Careful, Sam…careful.
She shrugged and her cheeks took on a healthy glow again. He liked how she looked when she blushed. He wanted her ass to glow like that from his palm print. There were so many things he could do to her. This was just the beginning. “I’m here for a few more days.”
Sam pushed up and kissed her shoulder, smiling to himself as her nipple tightened. “Well then, what harm would one night away from your room do?” Everything, you fool.
She thought about it for a short moment, then looked him directly in the eyes. “Okay. I’ll stay. But just for tonight.”
Sam couldn’t help his impish grin, despite his mind screaming that this wasn’t a good idea. He pulled her back down on the bed with him and wrapped her up in his arms. Although he was lying when he said he was good at cuddling, having her nestled up to him felt good, like a high school kid acing a test, or something like that.
At first he thought it was ridiculous how Gabe and Terry’s life had changed when the right woman stepped in, but now he wasn’t so sure. They looked happy, relieved, as if the chaos of the business no longer existed. If only that were true for Sam. He didn’t only work for McCoy—he also contracted on the side. Now that Terry had left the drug world, with Gabe right behind him, Sam still had to earn an income on his own. He was well known in the underworld and a week wouldn’t go by without a call for another job. A busy man didn’t have time to settle down, but he often thought what settling with a good woman would be like.
Sometime during the night, Sam woke up with a painful erection against her back. He swept the palm of his hand over the soft curve of her rib cage to her waist and over her hip. He kissed the back of her shoulder as he gently nudged his cock between her ass cheeks. Jamie stirred, released a soft moan, and opened her legs. Sam smiled against her back, more turned on than ever over her desire for more. As he slid a condom on for the second time that night and slid his cock between her glorious lips, already wet and ready for him, he considered himself a lucky man.
He fucked her like that, from behind, with one thigh propped over his legs, her head back against the pillow as she cried out in the balmy night.
They fell asleep like that, wrapped together, wet, and satisfied. Two hours later, Sam woke up to find her gone, and he realized that he was an idiot. He knew he shouldn’t have slept with her, but he couldn’t help himself. And now, she could be anywhere, plotting against him, knowing his weakness for her.
Angry with himself for thinking with the wrong head, he whipped out of bed and checked his belongings, cursing aloud at his stupidity. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but he was still suspicious that she may have gone through his things and learned his true identity. He couldn’t even remember sleeping so soundly in a very long time, and of course it had to be now…on a dangerous mission…with her.
Once he was sure his belongings were secure, he grabbed his cell and phoned Gabe, who answered on the second ring despite the crude hour. “What do you want?”
Sam inhaled and exhaled a few breaths, not really sure why he called Gabe. What if he told his brother his suspicions and then Gabe went after her? What if I’m wrong about her? He lowered his head, not really looking at anything in particular, and tried to come up with something random. “I was just wondering if your room was comfortable.” He closed his eyes and shook his head the second those words came out.
Gabe groaned into the phone. “Really? At 4:37 a.m. you’re concerned for my well-being?”
Sam grit his teeth. “Yes.” Why the fuck did I call him?
“What did you do?” Gabe’s gruff, tired voice made Sam realize that he should say something. He knew that if he didn’t, and something happened, Gabe would have that over his head for the rest of Sam’s pathetic life. Plus, Gabe flew all the way over here to assist him on this mission.
He sat there, shoulders slumped, slouching as if the air itself was fighting against him. “I think it’s her.”
“Who?”
He opened his eyes and glared at the wall as if Gabe could see. “The housekeeper, you idiot. Who else have I been watching?”
Gabe yawned into the phone. “You never know with you. Are you sure it’s her?”
Sam released a sharp breath. “Yes.”
There was a long pause before Gabe chuckled. “You fucked her, didn’t you? Once again you let your dick make the decisions. You should know better.”
Sam growled into the phone. “You think I don’t know that? I set her up last night with a note to her room. She came into the lobby with the briefcase. Long story short, she was gone when I woke up this morning.”
“You’re sure she didn’t leave because you talk too much?”
“Fuck off,” he said, but couldn’t help a sudden bark of laughter—not from Gabe’s teasing, but from this fucked-up situation he’d put himself in. He could’ve grabbed that briefcase as she stood on the stairs, and ran off with it—just like that. But no. Like a horny fool, he had to take her out for drinks and then plow her.
“Well, did she say anything to confirm she’s who you think she is?”
“Not really, but she acts too nervous and sketchy to be a woman on vacation.”
Gabe chuckled. “I believe you, bud. Just try to stay calm and be smart. Once this is over tomorrow, you’ll have a new life ahead of you.”
A new life. Yeah, right. “Another thing. I bumped into Norman last night.”
It took a moment for Gabe to respond. “The Norwegian? I thought you two were sort of friends.”
“Yeah. We were.” The look in Norman’s eyes while he died was still too fresh in Sam’s mind. “He left me no choice, Gabe. I didn’t want to do it.” His eyes widened as it struck him deep and hard that he didn’t want to kill Jamie either.
“I know.” Gabe sighed hard into the phone. “You think he was working for her?”
His chest tightened and suddenly it was tough to breathe. Gabe had no idea of the war raging in his mind over this situation with Jamie. If it hurt him to kill Norman, how painful would it be to end Jamie’s life?
Sam shook his head. Focus. “Why else would he come after me?” he belted into the phone. “She must’ve offered a big payout to him to go back on his word to me.” He exhaled deep, trying to forget how easy his knife went through the Norwegian’s guts. He didn’t want to do it. He and Norman went way back, and the big guy had even saved his life once. But it was either Norman or himself, and any man would fight to stay alive. Still, this was the first time he regretted his job. The very first time he wanted to take it all back. He grit his teeth and tried to focus on the task at hand, namely the woman who managed to trick him. “Just be ready for tomorrow so we can go home and forget about this shit.”
“Okay, bud. Calm down. Are you sure you’ll be able to go through with it?”
Sam pictured the look of ecstasy on her face as he moved inside her body. He grit his teeth, knowing all too well the sound of her sighs, the heated look in her eyes. “When have I not?” He hung up the phone before Gabe could say anything else to piss him off.
He pulled the metal briefcase from beneath the bed, punched in his code, and opened the lid. Sam stared down at his trusty 9mm Sig Sauer cradled by velvet inserts, and wondered if he could really do it. He’d never slept with a woman he was supposed to kill before. The fact that she managed to break a few bricks from his wall without even doing anything bothered him most.
Today he’d follow her, maybe even find a way to confront her without making her suspicious. Either way, he needed to reassure himself that no matter what, he had to pull the trigger.