Zeke's Rule(24)

Chapter Eleven





“We’ve found him, Boss.”

Zeke held his cell tighter against his ear and stared at Alessandria. He felt rage fill him that the motherfucker had been found, and although he wanted to be with her in every way, he planned to be honest with her about everything first. These last few weeks had been eye opening for him, had shown him that he could love a woman. Hell, he loved Daniella, but that was his daughter. The way he felt for Alessandria went against the grain of the person he was, went against everything he’d ever felt. He cared about her, wanted her safe, and he was going to make sure that happened.

Hell, he’d been close to having her, to taking her, moments before. Now, after this call, with the fact Gerald had been found, Zeke knew that shit had to be taken care of.

“Set things up. I’ll be in the office tonight.” He disconnected the cell, and for a second, all he did was stare at Alessandria. She’d either heard the conversation, or she could just tell by the obvious murder on his face what they’d been talking about.

While still watching her, Zeke put his cell in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, about to tell her he’d be back, that he had business to handle, but she opened those lush, red lips of hers and started talking instead.

“You found him, didn’t you?”

He nodded. He wasn’t going to lie to her, wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything either. She knew who he was, what he did for a living, and that he wasn’t a good man. No, Zeke was far from good.

“I’ll be going after him tonight, ending this for you, because I know you’ve been worried about him, even though I told you not to.

She looked down at her feet, and he lifted her head with his finger under her chin. She stared up at him with her wide blue eyes, ones that did something to make his cold, dead heart beat a little harder, a little faster.

He took a step closer to her, making sure their chests brushed against each other. He wanted so badly to just take her right then, seal their fate that she’d always be his. Zeke didn’t want to let her go, he couldn’t.

There was something special about her; something that made him want to be a better man for her. Even though he knew that would never happen. He’d never be that Knight in shining white armor for her, not in the traditional sense. He’d always protect her, always be there for her, even if she didn’t fully understand what all that meant, but he’d never be the good guy. And he new she needed that in her life. He knew she needed a life that wasn’t filled with the violence and danger that surrounded him.#p#分页标题#e#

Knowing all of that, realizing he should give her a chance to get away from this shit, to get away from him, Zeke still couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t let her walk away.

He smoothed his finger along the line of her jaw and cupped her cheek. Her flesh was smooth, healed, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and kissing her again. She was sweet, clean, and fresh, and he could get lost in her. Being with Alessandria made Zeke feel he could get lost in the world, in his life. He knew there was something fucking incredible about her, something special that made all the other women from his past pale in comparison.

He pulled back, let go of her face, and took a step back. “I’m going to end this for you, make sure you never have to fear him, or any of the ugly shit he brought with him ever again.”

He watched as she swallowed, the line of her throat working from the act.

“I’m having Shakes, my son-in-law, protect you while I’m gone. I trust him with the life of my daughter and unborn grandchild; he’s the only one I’d trust with you.”

Her eyes widened a fraction.

He stepped forward again, lowered his head an inch, and said, “And when I come back, when it’s all said and done, I’m going to fuck you, Alessandria.”

She gasped softly.

“I’m going to fuck you and let you know that you’re mine, that you are the one I want.” After straightening and staring at her for another second, memorizing every line and angle of her face, he turned and left. He shut her door behind him, grabbed his cell again, and dialed Shakes’ number.

“I need you at my place now. I have something I need you to watch and protect as well as you do my daughter.”

Shakes gave a grunt of response.

Zeke disconnected that call, kept moving down the hallway, descended the stairs, and left the house. He was going to get his hands dirty tonight, bloody, real. He was going to make Gerald wish he’d never fucked with Alessandria or him. By the time Zeke was finished, Gerald would be begging for death.