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I pull back, breaking the kiss. Our breathing is fast and labored. “Fuck, Chessie, you don’t know how much I want to, but I can’t.”
She pulls me closer, resuming our kiss. It’s faster and frantic, knowing our time is coming to a close. Our lips press firmly against each other as our tongues thrash in a frenzy.
Needing air, we pull apart, gasping for breath. I inhale a lung full of fresh air before saying, “Chessie, I really have to go. I’m sorry.”
“What time will you be back tonight?” Her voice is breathless.
“I’m not sure, but I do know it’s going to be a long night. I can come over and make us breakfast tomorrow morning, if you want.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure.” She presses her lips together in a tight line as she reaches for her door handle.
“Chessie, please don’t be like this,” I beg. “My hands are tied. They’re literally tied. I have to go, and I can’t be late.”
She huffs out, “Fine, then go. Have a good night doing whatever you’re going to be doing.”
“It’s not like I’m going to a party. Believe me, I’d much rather be here with you.”
She turns away from me, but I can see the sadness on her face through the reflection in the window. “Then stay. Fuck whatever plans have just popped up.”
“I can’t do that. I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” She whispers before getting out of my truck.
I watch, dumbfounded, as she grabs her groceries and heads inside the apartment building.
I know I fucked up, but I can’t just walk away from this job. No one walks away from Arturo Marino and the mafia.
I slam my hand down on the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
Chapter Twelve
FRANCESCA
I’ve kissedRhett a thousand times before, but none of them compare to this kiss. This kiss reaches the depths of my soul, leaving me with a renewed sense of hope.
We pull apart, gasping for breath as our lungs try to suck in as much fresh air as they can.
Rhett groans and says, “Chessie, I really have to go. I’m sorry.”
“What time will you be back tonight?” I ask, panting in another lung full of air.
He glances away for a second. “I’m not sure, but I do know it’s going to be a long night. I can come over and make us breakfast tomorrow morning, if you want.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure.” I press my lips together in a tight line as I reach for her door handle. There’s no point in him coming over in the morning when we both have places to be.
If he doesn’t want to make talking and getting our relationship back to what it used to be a priority, then there’s nothing else for me to say.
“Chessie, please don’t be like this. My hands are tied. They’re literally tied. I have to go, and I can’t be late.”
I blow a deep breath out through my mouth. “Fine, then go. Have a good night doing whatever you’re going to be doing.”
If he wants to keep his secrets, then I can’t trust my heart with him. It has to be all or nothing.
“It’s not like I’m going to a party. Believe me, I’d much rather be here with you.”
I turn away from him so he can’t see the sadness on my face. I don’t want him to know how hurt I am. “Then stay. Fuck whatever plans have just popped up.”
“I can’t do that. I’m sorry.”