I shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't get rid of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough for you
Good Enough – Evanescence
Diana
I feel the light touching my face and a comfortable warmth, I move my body a little, feeling the hard muscles, the delicious sensation spreading quickly. Until I realize what I'm sleeping on, Dragon in all his naked glory being covered by my body, the consequences start to sink into the back of my consciousness along with all the obligations and goals of the past forty-five days.
I watch his calm face sleeping, the soft snoring escaping his lips, the firm chest rising and falling, the hair spread across the pillow making the sin of man even sexier.
I sigh, pulling my arm off my ass to escape the impossible bond between the two of us.
Focus precise focus.
I cover my naked body with the sheet, walk through the open space of the room, seeing the sun already high. I enter the bathroom trying to make as little noise as possible, noticing the hidden luxury with dark walls and a large whirlpool at the end I opted for the shower feeling the hot water clearing my thoughts I use a little liquid soap and go out messing with the countertop under the marble sink , finding some black towels, I take one to roll my hair and another to dry my body.
I walk out of the bathroom at the sight of the delicious man sleeping, I feel a thin pang remembering how he made sure to keep his promises yesterday. His way of stealing my patience so quickly and his fury with my saucy answers.
I pick up the discarded clothes and walk into the open living room with a small kitchen, put the coffee maker on and take in the space.
The office must be downstairs… but on the way up I noticed there were cameras scattered around the common areas, lol.
I drum my fingers on the granite countertop in the kitchen, analyzing the entire masculine and large space, until I set my eyes on a wooden table against the only dividing wall between the bedroom and the living room, I cross the space checking if he is still sleeping. and stops in front of the table with some cards and bills on top. A landline phone, a letter opener with no drawers.
I pick up the letter opener taking a few deep breaths feeling the chill up my spine. Will he really hate me if he finds out I used him?
But who said that in war there is a right attitude?
With that continuous certainty and going under the small table I see the tiny space to fit the tip of the opener, take a deep breath and finally put my head back in place opening the secret space holding the wood carefully so as not to make any noise.
Two guns stuck and a small notebook that hits my forehead, I crawl to the side hidden in the side of the wall confirming his deep sleep, I place the wooden lid on my thighs and open the notebook seeing a sequence of dates and locations.
In the middle of the notebook I find a sheet with the same location and three different dates.
Container Terminal 105.
The container terminal is in 'free' territory, but the girls must be taken to a 96 before being shipped through the port.
I sigh trying to connect both numbers to the same address, I'm going to need help checking.
I put the notebook back in place, snapping the wood together with a simple smack, exiting under the table and heading back to the kitchen area, thanks Dio for this man sleeping like a rock.
I mentally thank you and grab a cup to fill with coffee, open the full fridge and decide to make a pancake. I ended up making two and placing the food on the headboard beside the bed, once again I watched him, his thick legs uncovered, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, a true drawing made by the Gods, Stefano's beauty would never reach the feet of this man's beauty.
Damn Dragon needed to sell guns to other New York families?!
The De Angelis cannot suspect for a single moment that it was us who took their weapons. They shouldn't be in the terminal anymore maybe they're at the port inside this container, if my theory is right they'll come after you, I run my hand over the lock of hair thrown on the pillow, as delicious as it is this is lust, a sin more or less won't save me from hell.
In a war there are no victors, if nothing goes right I took advantage of the moment.
I release the lock, turning towards the exit, opening the door slowly and closing it with the greatest care. I observe the wide corridor with a single staircase and start to descend the flights, observing each leisure space in the building, the doors of each room closed and some people sleeping on the sofas.
I need to get everything ready to go to the harbor on Sunday, if Sartori has approved the marriage it would be a great opportunity to keep the two idiots out of the way for a few hours.
I come out of my thoughts raising my head as I descend the last step and bump into one of the men who were watching us yesterday. I move to the left ready to get out of his way and he follows.
- Some problem? – I ask.
The man with the military cut and marked beard, arms crossed, wearing a club jacket and a small emblem across his chest. The green eyes seem to be analyzing something, he looks away and I don't follow him for fear of seeing the blue eyes.
- Dragon wouldn't like to know you left without saying goodbye - He opens a small smile showing a small scar in the eye pull.
“He didn't say it was a requirement to say goodbye to all one-night stands. - I arch my eyebrow without looking away, watching the smile die.
Tip's familiar face appears grabbing the man's shoulder, pushing him away from me and I start walking past the two of them.
“He might not say goodbye, but are you leaving like that? - I stop listening to the barista's voice.
Damn it.
So focused on other things, I almost forgot about that detail, and I sure as hell don't need some cop pulling the plug on the street because I'm wearing shitty sleep shorts and I'm barefoot.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to reason how I can best get out of here before the man upstairs wakes up.
I look around and notice there's a smiling blonde with a cup of coffee sitting on the circular coffee table, huff.
'Is there a landline here?' – I ask looking over my shoulder.
No fuckin' call someone from a cell, just the fact that they're part of an MC ensures they have easy access, Tip seems to follow the same thought narrowing his eyes, but starts walking towards a long wooden counter I notice the stools and bottles displayed on a large panel.
I whistle at the sight of the entire bar getting an understanding smile from the man, I stand between two stools picking up the phone. I stop, taking a deep breath, trying to remember the safest number to call. I type in the numbers and wait, lifting my head feeling the attentive eyes.
*- Hello? - the grave and angry voice appears.
*- You can come get me. - As soon as I speak I hear things falling over the call.
*- What the fuck did you do? - I hear the sound of the door slamming and I know I called right, he's going to leave the house now so the number I called is from the disposable cell phone.
I mentally thank you for remembering the fucking number.
*— Yeah * I take a deep breath * — I'm at Blood Angels headquarters. * I speak at once.
*— Holy shit * – I hear the elevator beeping *— I'm going to get a cold plate, do you need me to come in there to rescue you? –* He asks in a worried tone of voice.
*— No, will it take long? *
*— I've been in the parking lot for five minutes, I'll honk twice if you don't get out then I'll get in.
*- It's all right.