Page 26 of Targeted By Love
“That was…” He didn’t finish the sentence, and for an instant, I worried I wasn’t good enough. He’d had better. Jealousy raged through my veins and my skin reddened.
But Rhodes lifted his head and that shy smile I’d witnessed previously evaporated any resentment. “There are no words to describe our lovemaking.” He bit his bottom lip and glanced downward, avoiding my gaze, before adjusting his head and meeting my eyes.
We lay there, not speaking. I’d never experienced contentment with any omega I’d been with besides him. I’d have dismissed the idea if anyone had told me how being mated changed theiroutlook on life. But now the sensation was similar to being on a boat, moored just offshore, with gentle waves lapping at the hull. Some might experience seasickness, but not me.
My eyes closed, but Rhodes tapped my lips and my eyes snapped open. My knot still filled him. There was no escaping me or my cock until it deflated.
“Be honest. I feel as though I’m standing in the middle of a seesaw, trying to balance. There’s you who I adore.” He held up a hand. “Yeah, that’s a big commitment after, what… two days.” He pushed hair off his damp brow. “But there are also your brothers who kinda kidnapped me and kept me captive. And there’s the wolf thing.”
I hated that instead of experiencing our blossoming love, he was confused, worried, and upset that he was doing something wrong. He was my mate, though our bond was not complete with me not bitinghimyet, so we could go our separate ways.
He had a right to know what I did and who I was and also details about my family. If we were going to be together—and my heart would be ripped from my chest if he left me—I had to tell him the truth. But there was so much of it, and it would be a huge whammy!
“My family is part of a larger family.”
“You have aunts, uncles, and cousins aplenty.”
I giggled at him using the word aplenty. It was old-timey and adorable.
“I do, but I am referring to an organization, some might call it a criminal organization.” That wasn’t how we viewed it, but outsiders did.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Like my whacked-out brother… half-brother… brother I rarely acknowledge? That kind of organized crime? I’m pretty sure he mixes with mobsters.”
I winced at the words mobsters. “We don’t blow people up.”
No, you shoot them in the head. My wolf wasn’t pulling any punches.
“Good to know.” He raked his nails over his scalp. “Is there more?”
Oh yeah, a lot. How did I break it to him?
“I’m a hedge fund manager, but I also take out people for a living.”
He quirked a brow and tilted his head. “Like to dinner and the movies? Are you an alpha escort?”
“No.” How I wished I were. That would be easier to explain than the truth. “I take them… not to a place… but their lives. I unalive them.”
Blood drained from his face. “You kill people as part of your job?”
My knot chose that moment to contract, and he pulled away, my semi-hard dick flopping forlornly on my thigh. He paced the room, until he looked down and yanked the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around his hips.
Rhodes reached one side of the room and twirled around, ready to retrace his steps. He almost tripped over the wads of fabric, and I swung my legs off the bed to help, but he growled at me. Not a wolf’s growl but halfway scary.
“Why were you at the wedding?” He stopped and glowered. It wasn’t necessary to tell me he was angry. His brows were drawn together, his mouth was set in a straight line, and his rigid posture sent me a clear message. “And don’t tell me you love witnessing true love, you wanted a free meal, or some other BS.”
“I was on a job.”
He didn’t react, no flicker over the face or tightening of his fists. He stood unmoving, not even blinking.
“I had a contract to kill someone.”
Rhodes’s chest heaved as he resumed his pacing, mumbling to himself about what he’d gotten himself into.
“And did you? Kill someone?”
“No.”
He narrowed his big beautiful brown eyes. “You must be a shit hitman if you didn’t do what you were supposed to.”