Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet 2)

“You kill all my fun.” I step out of the doorway and onto the step.

“And don’t come back tonight. Give me my key.” She holds her hand out.

“That isn’t going to happen. It’s mine now.”

“I’ll deadbolt the door then.”

“I’ll break your glass. Don’t try to lock me out.” Her eyes go big in shock.

“Fine, at least call before you sneak in.”

I step forward, my lips inches from hers. “I quite remember you enjoying my company.” I kiss her lips. She pulls back, but I don’t allow her to and take a step when she does, and press her against the wall so I can kiss her without her pulling away. She relaxes when I touch her, and my lips don’t leave her. My body pushes into hers, and her hands drop to her side and cling on my trousers, with her hand stopping herself from moving forward and touching me more.

Coming up for air my forehead touches hers.

“You can leave now.”

I nod my head, pushing away from her. Walking out the door, my car is still in the same spot. Looking back, I notice her watching me. She turns away when I do, and walks back to her desk as I drive off.

QUINN’S STANDING AT the door to my house when I pull up. He has his phone in hand and a more than serious look on his face. “Why so serious?” I ask him, stepping up the stairs and opening the house. He follows me in. “Quinn?” I turn around flicking the inside lights on.

“We received a few death threats, for you and her.”

“Barbie?” I ask him, and he nods his head. “She got one, too.”

He groans. “I’ve interrogated every one of Antonio’s men. It’s none of them.”

“You’re sure?” I ask just to be sure of what he’s telling me. It could be anyone. One thing my father taught me was there would always be someone ready to take you down when you’re at your highest. Most will be fakes, but some you should watch closely. I thought this was a fake, until now.

“We managed to track it back to here. The stamp is from here.”

“Someone I know?”

He shrugs his shoulder. “That possibility is higher than most, considering they know about both of you.”

“And it’s not you,” I joke with him.

“This is serious, Ryken, they could kill her. There’s no coming back from that, is there.”

“Squish it! Fucking kill it. Now.”

He nods and presses a few buttons on that cell phone of his. He’s good with it. He amazes me sometimes the things he can pick up and how he can utilize all types of apps to get the results we need. Like how he found Barbie on the internet that time within minutes.

“And also… are you planning to stay here?” he asks, looking up from his cell.

“Of course, it’s where she is.”

He looks to me like he knows what I’m thinking. “Are you planning on leaving the clubs with Cane or taking them back?”

I haven’t given that much thought. He seems to be doing well with them. Even though that’s where I want to be, it’s not where I’m needed the most.

“Leave with him for the time being.”

He nods again, typing away on his cell. “There’s also the matter of the house with Livia.” She picked that house, I didn’t fucking want it. Fuck! I didn’t even want to move. My home is where Barbie is. That’s who I want to stay near.

“Give it to her.” He raises an eyebrow. “It’s paid for, and she’s the one that loves it. Give it to her.”

“One last thing.”

I groan into my hands. “Have you become my secretary, one I didn’t know about or think I needed?”

He laughs shaking his head. “That favor you owe me.”

“Yes,” I reply, not forgetting about that. I was wondering when he’d bring that up. It was just a matter of time before he collected on the favor I owe him.

“I’ll be collecting on that soon.”

“How soon.”

He drops his head to the side looking at me. “Hopefully very soon.” He smirks, and I shake my head at him.

“Collecting tonight?” I ask. He doesn’t look happy but confirms it anyway.

“Tonight, I’ll meet you there.”

Business doesn’t stop even if we want it to. It’s not how things work around here. Buyers still want girls.

“Be careful, they know you’re back, and they also know now, that the business is still going. Just because they never caught your father doesn’t mean they can’t catch you.” I nod my head and walk into my father’s office. On the table is a list of the last two girls we sent to Antonio. Pushing them to the side, next to that is a photo, one of Barbie when Michael took her from me. No one else was there that night, and I sure as shit didn’t take this photo. So how the fuck are they all appearing now. Who the hell is trying to fuck with me? I press call on Michael’s number. He doesn’t answer straight away, but when he does his voice is serious, and he talks low.