Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(128)

“Sorry if we woke you, baby.” Javier says, his eyes drifting down over my t-shirt and making me shiver uncomfortably. “We just had to bring your boyfriend back home.” He mimes tossing a drink back. “Think he had a bit too many,” he finished with a wink. “But hey, listen, I could do with a little nightcap if you wanted, honey.” The wicked look on his face has my heart pounding in my ears like a freight train as I slowly take a step back and narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” I hiss.

Logan makes another move on the floor, but one of Javier’s guys keeps him down with a booted foot on his chest as they all laugh.

“Relax, honey,” Javier says with another lecherous grin. “But hey, if you’re into the mercenary type and you wanna try something new.” He winks and grabs his crotch, and I sneer at him in disgust. “Maybe you’d like a guy who doesn’t get his ass kicked so much?” He turns and chuckles down at the bleeding and enraged looking Logan pinned to the floor. “You know, I taught this fucking pendejo everything he fuckin knows back in Africa, and this is the kind of thanks I get!” He sighs dramatically and shakes his head. “Always gotta play the game his way, even when I tell you not to, huh Logan? Always gotta be on top instead of just knowing your fuckin place.”

I frown. Mercenary? Africa? What’s this guy even talking about?

Javier’s eyes light up as soon as he sees the look of confusion on my face. “Oh shit, he still hasn’t told you has he!” He starts to laugh out this grating, horrible chuckle. “Man, Irish, only a guy like you could get away with hittin’ a cutie like this and still not telling her where you came from. Shit, I’m almost impressed!” He chuckles before he turns his gaze on me, a glint in his eye. “And you’re his daughter! You’re William Archer’s kid, and you still don’t know!”

His laugh curls into an evil looking grin as my face betrays my shock. “Oh I know who you are, honey,” he says quietly. “I know exactly who you are, and I also know where to find you and those pretty little sisters of yours.” He grins. “So how about we keep tonight just between us friends, comprendes?” He shoots me a last, lingering wink that has every muscle in my body tensing before he shrugs and turns. “Well, looks like my work here is done!” He nudges Logan with the toe of his boot. “See you next time, Irish.”

I’m frozen in place, trying to will my heartbeat to calm down enough to even think until the front door slams shut. And then I’m racing over to Logan and dropping to my knees beside him. “Jesus, are you-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he growls out, turning away from me and wiping the trickle of blood at his lip with the back of his hand.

“What the fuck, Logan!”

He forces out a laugh. “And a good evening to you too, sweet-cheeks.” He turns back and reaches out to grab my hands in his. “Look, I’ll be fine, Quinn.”

But before I can help it, I can feel the sting of tears in my eyes. “Get out, Logan.” I whisper.

“What?” He frowns.

“Of whatever you’re involved in, please just get out!”

His face darkens. “I told you, it’s not that simpl-”

“Why, because of Africa?”

He stiffens and starts to open his mouth but I grab him by the shirt and lean in close to him. “Look, I don’t care, Logan! I don’t care what happened there, okay? I know my Dad was involved in certain things, but I don’t care. I just want you to get out of it.” The tears run down my cheeks then as I look pleadingly into his eyes. “Please.”

I whimper as his lips crash into mine, and then I’m clutching at him like time or the world or even a strong wind might tear us apart. Then we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I’m gasping and clutching at him with the pure and undiluted need for him. The need to touch him and feel him. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and runs his hand down over my skin, and I’m shivering as my hands find the hardness pressing against the front of his gym-shorts. He growls as he flips us around and lays me on my back on the floor, his biceps and his chest rippling as he leans in to kiss me with fire and heat and growling, raging lust.

There’s no foreplay this time, no teasing and no slow build because we’re both desperate for each other in that moment. He’s skimming my panties down my legs, tearing at the foil packet in his hands with his teeth, and slipping between my legs as I rake my fingernails down over his shoulders and kiss him with everything I have.