Page 9 of His Kidnapped Queen
Wonder if she’d moan if I slipped my fingers between her cheeks, slid down my hand until…
Matteo slumps and grabs his stomach. “It hurts, boss, please…”
I’ve already given strict instructions to the guards in my pocket—anyone delivers drugs to Matteo, they have to deal with me.
He won’t score.
The policewoman who fills out her uniform perfectly turns to face me and all I can see is sky-blue, doe eyes.
“Fuck,” I say out loud and Matteo makes a noise in the back of his throat.
The door buzzes and a guard comes out to take Matteo in.
“Three days,” I tell him, calling to him as the guard drags him away. “If you can make it three days clean, I’ll bail you out.”
Matteo nods, but I know he’s just thinking of his next score. It’s all he seems to think about lately.
Diego was right to come to me with this.
I drag my eyes away from the policewoman’s supple ass as she turns, and I walk out the doors. Back in the car, Diego looks over at me.
“Caputo—”
“Don’t start. Three days is generous.”
Diego grunts in response, and it’s quiet as we pull up to the mansion.
Three days later, I find myself back in the lobby, looking through the glass and hoping to find that policewoman with the perfect ass.
She’s nowhere to be found, though, and I’m surprised that I’m a little disappointed.
Women are things I can use, if I’m honest with myself. I don’t tell them I love them. I don’t tell them that we have a future together.
I tell them, up front, that this is a one-time thing.
That we get to use each other’s bodies for the night. If they want anything more, they aren’t getting it from me.
But fantasizing about a woman I’ve never spoken to? A woman on the other side of the law?
Strange.
Matteo comes out clear-eyed but twitchy, and I look him over.
“You’re clean?”
“Clean,Caputo.I promise.”
“Good.”
I drive him back to the mansion and Matteo looks at me, confused.
“I thought you were driving me home.”
“Guess I lied,” I say calmly, getting out of the car. I wait as Matteo hesitates.
“I’m clean, boss, really.”
“I know,” I say quietly, an edge of pity to my voice. I can’t help it. Matteo is my friend. “But you won’t stay that way.”
