Page 48 of Dark Angel
While washing her hands, she said, “Puoi entrare.”You can come in.
When he didn’t, she exited the bathroom to find him on his phone. Though his handsome face and granite-hard body had her pausing to check him out, what hijacked her attention was his ticking jaw, the coldness radiating from his dark eyes.
“Motherfuckers,” he bit out. “I’mma kill them.”
People said that but didn’t mean it. As she studied his squared shoulders, his narrowed gaze, she felt confident hedid. Though she could have been scared—terrified even—she was not. The pull to be near him had her moving in his direction.
“Kill who?” she askedbeforeshe could filter herself.
He slid his gaze to her, the fury in his eyes softened. “Sto solo sparando cazzate. È tutto a posto.”I’m just talking trash. It’s all good.
She didn’t believe him.
“Mi dispiace,” he said. “Devo andare.”I’m sorry. I have to go.
“No problem.”
She shouldn’t have felt the sting of rejection. This was a No Name hookup. She agreed. Shefullyparticipated. She’d had fun. She just didn’t think he’d bolt so soon after. Rather than let it get her down, she shrugged into a plush hotel robe.
“You can stay,” he said as he tugged on his boxer briefs.
She said nothing.
“I’ve got the room all night.”
Again, she stayed silent.
“Did I take care of you?”
She nodded.
As he walked to the door, she asked, “What’s your first name?”
“Gabriel,” he replied before he opened the door. “Buona notte, No Name.”Goodnight, No Name.
He exited, the door shut behind him.
Oh, no. What have I done?
She dressed, slid on her James Bond eyewear, and returned to her penthouse suite. Using the burner from Evangeline, she Googled his name. Pictures of the man she’d just been with exploded on the page. She clicked on an article about the self-made multi-millionaire, her gaze stilling on a picture of him inside his stunning Italian villa.
Oh, boy.
If the embassy had been tailing her, and they saw her with her mark, they would fire her… or worse. She of all people knew their leadership went unchecked.
They can make me vanish without a trace.
As her imagination spiraled, she remembered the chip in her neck. A few deep breaths and she regained her composure.
Night one and she’d already slept with the enemy.
He’s an enemy of Russia. He’s not my enemy.
Even so, she’d acted brashly. Going forward, she’d behave better.
No more hookups, especially not with Gabriel Santini.
GABRIEL
