Ghostface Killer(57)

"I ran, Stevie. Like a coward, I ran, and I've been running ever since."

"And Regina's been the one hunting you?" I can barely believe I'm asking the question. Not because she isn't a vindictive bitch, she totally is, but because she always seemed so aloof to violence and revenge. Cared less about the family business. But I guess, as I think about it, witnessing your brother's death could have severe ramifications. Could change a person. Murder definitely changed me.

Baz answers my question with a stern nod. "It's why we went after her that night. Gianni wanted a face-to-face. Wanted her to put an end to her manhunt. But she refused to see or speak to him. So, he ordered a stronghold. We weren't going to hurt her."

"And then I showed up."

"And then you showed up."




 

 

"And ruined everything," I add.

"You definitely threw a kink in the plan." Baz sniffs, breaking free from my hold. He runs a hand over his face, then scratches, trying to pull himself together.

"I thought-"

"I know what you thought," he cuts me off. "I also know what it looked like."

"Did you know it was me when you got out of the car?"

Baz shakes his head regretfully. "I had been off my meds for a while, Stevie. I wasn't myself. I was on a warpath. I was hurt, my ego was bruised, and I was tired of hiding out. A perfect storm of pissed off was churning inside me. All I saw was red and someone in my way. Then I got closer to you. Stalked you up against the wall, and when I realized who you were, all my emotions just imploded." He cups my face and presses his forehead firmly against mine. "I'm sorry," he breathes dejectedly. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"You have a serious power punch," I try to make light. He doesn't need to apologize. Not to me. I know this business. I know the risks, the danger, and the consequences. I also know self-preservation is the responsibility of you and you alone.

Baz winces at the reminder. "I hit a fucking woman. I hit my woman." He sounds disgusted with himself.

"Comes with the job." I run my lips along his jaw. "I don't hold it against you. You're not the first man to hit me. I'm sure you won't be the last."

"Don't say shit like that, Stevie." Baz boils with anger. "I will kill anyone who comes near you. Threatens you. Both of you." He splays his hand over my naked stomach.

"I'm flattered." I place my hand over his. "But I'm capable of taking care of myself. And him, and you, too." I playfully kiss the tip of his nose.

Baz's eyes narrow. "We'll take care of each other. And him." It's not a request or even a suggestion. It's a blood oath.

"I can live with that." I lean in to kiss him.

"And me?" Baz asks apprehensively right before our lips touch. It amazes me how he can go from lion to lamb in the blink of an eye.

"And you. Definitely you." I close the gap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I explore his mouth with my tongue. He moans long and deep as our bodies re-fuse. His erection growing hard again at an alarming rate.

"Baz?" I ask between hot, steamy kisses.

"Mmmmm?" He doesn't open his eyes, just moves his hips in the same circular motion of his tongue.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, baby." He leans forward, locking his arm around my waist as he inflates inside me. My eyes roll back. God, so full. And so fucking good. I clench around him as his thick cock massages the walls of my pussy. 

"Where the hell are we?"

Baz halts all movement, drops his head back slightly, and peers at me. Then he laughs.

"Not the question you were expecting?" My mouth twitches.

"Not in the least."

"I'll keep you on your toes." I smile.

"I'm already aware. I discovered that tidbit of information when you stripped down to nothing at the spring."

I giggle from the memory. "Your face was priceless."

"I almost came in my pants like a damn teenager." Baz lifts me off the countertop and walks us into the living room. He takes a seat on the couch, straddling me on top of him. "If we're gonna talk, we might as well get comfortable."

"I'm good with that." I rock my hips, and Baz nearly loses his mind.

"Fuck, baby." He slides his hands up my rib cage and palms my breasts. "What was the question again?"

"Where the hell are we?" I begin to ride him, slowly. Up and down, impaling myself onto his cock over and over.

"Upstate New York." He groans as he slides in deep. So fucking deep. "About eight hours from the city."

He starts to unravel beneath me, pinching my nipples and thrusting his pelvis.