Ghostface Killer(90)

"Ah!" I cry out off-pitch as my head and my core simultaneously pound like a jackhammer. My muscles seize and prevent me from moving. I'm a marble statue trapped in an enchanted realm of pleasure. Baz thrusts his pelvis beneath me, relentlessly rubbing my clit through my entire orgasm. The sensations steamroll me, back and forth, like a two-ton machine, hitting me hard.

"Fuck!" He finally explodes, crunching off the mattress as he comes. I watch the whole thing like it's a dream. The way his veins bulge, and his jaw clenches, and his cheeks turn an angry shade of red. He becomes trapped, just like me. In a blinding sandstorm of ecstasy.

Like someone injected me with a muscle relaxer, I collapse on top of Baz. Our skin is slick with sweat, our hair is matted, and we're sticky from the flash flood of our arousal. We're a mess. A hot damn mess, and neither of us could be happier about it. 

I feel it in the way Baz wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I'm entirely his, and he's entirely mine. And no one is going to change that.

"I love you." He breathes laboriously, pressing a firm kiss on my head.

"I love you, too, all of you." I return the sentiment, tattooing a kiss right over his heart.





I MEANT IT when I told Baz I loved him.

I mean it every time I say it.

I stand over Audie's bassinet, twisting my rings apprehensively. Everything that's important to me is represented on these two hands. My past, my future, and all my love.

I watch my daughter sleep. I just fed her, so she's sated and full, her cheeks the perfect shade of satisfied pink.

"Watch your daddy while I'm gone," I whisper in the darkness, kissing her little head.

One day she'll learn that sometimes a woman just needs to take care of business. Like I'm about to do. My message was clear. I've had enough. I'm ending this tonight. My way. Quickly, quietly, savagely. If I can get close enough, I'm going to gut Regina then spill her blood all over her shoes. If I can't get close enough, unloading an entire chamber of bullets will just have to do.

Tomorrow, my family is going to walk in the sunlight without having to look over their shoulders.

I pull the gold ring off my index finger and place it on the nightstand. I fully intend to make it back alive and unharmed, but I want Audie to have a piece of me while I'm gone. Even if she doesn't know what it is or even if it's there.

I kiss Baz lightly on the cheek. He doesn't even stir. We made love several times through the night, so he is also sated and full.

I creep out of the room soundlessly, like the ghost I am.

This hit was premeditated, so I collected what I needed throughout the day. Being confined to the house, I learned a few things. Like where extra ammo is stashed, and what kind of toys are parked in the garage. Gianni has an insane collection. There's everything from a classic Mustang to a brand-new Rolls Royce.

I stashed what I needed in the little two-door Audi. A black hoodie, two handguns, and a couple of kitchen knives. When you are trying to soothe a fussy baby in a house full of men, you get free range. No one questioned my trails around the side of the house, as I bounced her while she screamed.

Sneaking down the stairs and into the garage, I snatch the TTs keys off the wall and head for the car.

That's when the lights flicker on. "Going somewhere?" Gianni's voice echoes around the vast garage.

Shit.

I only turn my head. "To live up to the name Ghostface Killer." Gianni grunts, and I spin to face him. Bull and Gun are also in the room. "What gave me away?"

"Nothing gave you away. I just had a hunch."

"Hunch?" I repeat.

"The way you looked at me this morning. After everything was said and done. It was vicious and vacant all at the same time. The only other woman to ever look at me like that was my ex-wife. And let me tell you, that woman was a piranha." He laughs, but the sound is empty. Not an ounce of humor. "It's a good thing I'm surrounded by bodyguards." He thumbs behind him.

"Are you here to stop me?" I question.

"Not at all. If you feel this is something you need to do, far be it from me to stand in your way. I just have one request. Take these two chuckleheads with you."

Gun and Bull both cross their arms intimidatingly.

"With all due respect, I usually work alone."

"With all due respect, you used to be alone. You could afford to be reckless. But now you have a husband and child to consider. A husband and child who both need you. I saw what it did to Baz when he lost you the first time. He won't survive it if it happens again."




 

 

I sigh as Gianni's words seep in.

"Are either one of you good with a rifle?" I succumb.

"Gun is ex-military. Ranger," Bull informs me. "I'm just a hell of a shot." He leers arrogantly.