Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(105)

He swore in Russian. “Too many things can go wrong.”



“I know that. Timing is everything, but it is with any job. This is our only shot at getting to Aldo. It’s tight but doable. The fountain in Lydia’s alcove has been prepared. You did that yourself. I dealt with the doorbell.”



“You weigh a hundred pounds, Giacinta,” he snapped. “Aldo is five foot ten and weighs in at two hundred pounds.”



“I don’t miss.” She didn’t blame him for being worried. How could she? It was a life-or-death situation. She’d be worried if the situations were reversed.



“You’re everything to me, golubushka, everything. If something goes wrong, I can’t get to you. Not in time. I can take out the bodyguards, but not him. I won’t be able to get to him before he can kill you.”



The raw pain in his voice was nearly her undoing. Usually she took out her targets from a distance, an accident, not a sniper rifle. No one had ever questioned the accidents she’d arranged. Never. Not once. She was careful. She didn’t care if her target knew an Abbracciabene had exacted retribution for the crimes committed. That had never mattered to her until she’d spoken to Cosmos Agosto, and that had been only because she was there – close. She only really cared that justice was served in the end.



They could kill Aldo with a sniper rifle. Casimir was a crack shot. That would leave a trail. A faint one, but a trail nevertheless. She didn’t want the Porcelli family coming after her or anyone she loved. That type of circle was endless. Her way, no one would ever suspect Aldo’s death was anything but an accident. A tragic, senseless one, but still an accident.



She wanted to take away the worry etched so deep in Casimir’s face, but she couldn’t risk her sisters, or for that matter, his brothers. She leaned toward him. “Baby,” she said softly. “I can do this. I swear to you, I can do this.”



He was silent, slowing the vehicle as he turned into the parking garage. “I know you can, but I don’t like you having to do it,” he finally said.

She let her breath out on a note of relief. He wasn’t going to keep at her. They’d covered every inch of the parking garage. Aldo didn’t have his men park in the same spot when he came, but he always parked on the second floor, not wanting to deal with a flight of stairs.



Lissa took off her seat belt and leaned across the seat to kiss Casimir. The moment she did, his arms went around her, yanking her so hard she fell into him. One hand anchored at the nape of her neck and the other remained an iron bar across her back. His mouth moved on hers.

No one kissed like Casimir. She loved his kisses. Deep and hard. Gentle and sweet. A mixture of both. It didn’t matter. Every single time his mouth was on hers, her heart stuttered, butterflies took wing in her stomach, little darts of fire went from her nipples straight to her clit and she went instantly damp, so ready for him she often wanted to yank down his trousers so she could sit on his lap and ride him. Just like now. Right there. In the car.



“I’ve got to go,” she murmured against his mouth. So hot. So perfect. She loved that his lips could be soft and firm at the same time. She especially loved the way he generated heat.



“I know. Be safe, Giacinta. You make a mistake and I’m going to be angry with you. You won’t like me angry.”



She kissed the corner of his mouth and left a trail of kisses along his strong jaw. “I can do this,” she reiterated. “Don’t worry.” She sat back in her seat and slid on the cap that would cover the very expensive black wig that held human hair, but would never identify the owner.

She wore a tight one-piece catsuit and soft, crepe-soled ballet slippers on her feet. As a precaution, they’d disabled the dome light in the rented car so when she opened the door and slipped out, no light came on. The parking garage was dimly lit, and she slid into the shadows immediately, making her way to the entry point – the small grate covering the ventilation shaft. Deftly, she dealt with the screws – Casimir had already loosened them on their last trip. Only two screws held the screen in place, and she had them out in less than a second. She slipped inside, pulling the grate closed after her. Casimir slid the screws in and continued on his way, up the stairs, to get into position just in case he needed to cover her escape.



The shaft was very small. There was no way Casimir could crawl through it, his shoulders were far too wide. As it was, she had to scoot on her belly, propelling herself forward by using her toes and hands, slithering like a snake. She inched her way, taking her time, careful not to make any noise. She knew the route, she’d done it physically twice, but a hundred other times in her head, following the blueprint.