Page 60 of Capo
“Not happening.”
“Then this whole conversation has been for nothing.” She stands and smoothes out her skirt. “I have work to do. You can see yourself out.”
I storm out of the whorehouse, slamming every door I pass through closed with more force than necessary.
Elena’s words gnaw on my mind the whole way home. Images of Chloe flicker through my brain. Soft spoken and beautifully patient with David. A constant in my life that I’ve come to expect. An espresso together in companionable silence on my back patio in the early morning, watching the fog dissipate, listening to the silence before the first hesitant bird starts to sing. A budding workout partner. A woman I want to ravage every waking moment. I tease her body every night. Every morning I make her shudder with need, and still she resists me. I have a near-constant ache in my balls, and her hooded gaze when she thinks I’m not looking, filled with desire, nearly does me in. I’m on my last straw in our endless game. I’ve never wanted anyone’s body as much as I want hers. I’ve never restrained myself so fucking much. I’ve never been celibate for even a week of my life since I was fourteen.
I’ve stopped calling for whores. I’m not interested anymore.
It’s been six months.
Give without taking.
How the fuck do I do that?
I don’t know. All I know is the growing resolve that I’ll find my way. I want to bury my cock in her hot, tight pussy so fucking much, but after all this time it’s more than that. I want her mind. I want her to want me.
Give.
Give. Not take.
What makes her hot? What makes her smile? What will take her mind and not only her body along on the journey?
My heart speeds up by the last curb before I reach my mansion. I know. I think I fucking know. I’ll release her brothers. I won’t hold their lives over her head anymore in exchange for her obedience.
I don’t know what else to give except for letting her go, and that’s not happening.
When we pull up by the gates, they stand ajar. There are deep ruts in the gravel and my guards are nowhere to be seen. Every instinct in me jumps to life and every sense sharpens. My heart slams in my chest as the driver and I pull our guns simultaneously and jump out of the car on each side. I sneak up on my side of the gate and gesture for him to stay hidden behind the car. With my back against the wall, I take a quick peek around the corner. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. A few feet to the right I see a pair of legs, lying on the gravel, unmoving. Gun raised, I gesture for the driver to move, and we dive inside on each side of the opening. The yard is empty of all things living. Two cars I don’t recognize stand with their doors open right outside the stairs to my front door and by our feet lie my three gate guards, dead.