shoulder, back toward the city of Choaca. “Now you can get the hell off my boat and my dock, and out of my face, and if I ever see you around here again…”
Instead of the fear he expected to see on her face, he noticed the lines of pity drawn in around the corners of her mouth.
He wanted to move, wanted to push her away and scream at her, but he was frozen in place, feeling the whirl of desire around them, urging him toward her.
But Luther wasn’t going to be ruled by his baser instincts. He would call one of his exes before he would get involved with this…this…good Lord, what was she? He wanted to believe she was lying, that she was a spy from Adrian. Only she’d admitted to murder, right in front of him. If she was a spy, this was the most elaborate ruse he had ever witnessed.
“Your threats don’t scare me, Luther.” She leaned in, and her face was so close to his, if she had just tipped her head up a bit, he could’ve kissed her.
The closeness of her lips, of her body, made panic settle in to every joint in his body. It made him want to run.
“Just give me a chance to prove it.” Maggie’s gaze traveled over his face, to his mouth, to his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, then back to his lips. What was she thinking, behind those dark eyes of hers? What was her game?
“You need to leave,” he said. “Now.”
“Let me prove it to you. Take me out to the island. I’ll show you.”
He gritted his teeth. “Get. The hell. Off. My. Dock.”
Maggie’s eyebrows flashed up and down. “Fine. But I’ll be back until you agree to help me. This is too important, and you are a good man. I know you want to help me make this right.”
He brushed past her, careful not to let any part of her skin contact his. Even still, the clothed parts of him felt the presence of her. Dammit. He needed a good fuck. Wash away whatever voodoo drug thing she had on her skin.
“I’ve got work to do,” he spat, picking up another crate and carrying it up the dock to the gangway, and onto the boat. This time, she didn’t follow. And when he looked back at the spot where they’d stood, she was gone.
Maybe it had all been a dream. Only, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. The thrill of being close to her. The way she enticed his mind into the exploration of her body. The first thing he would do when he got back from the island was find someone to fuck. Even if he had to go to a club looking for a hookup.
Luther couldn’t afford to let his focus be split like this. He had to be on top of his game, with all the shake-ups in the Rossi organization over the last few weeks. He couldn’t let some little sprite get under his skin.
M aggie slammed the screen door and stomped into the kitchen.
“That good?” Andrea grinned, echoing Maggie’s words from earlier that morning. “He can’t be seduced.”
Niko gave her a wink from across the kitchen where he stood in front of the stove cooking something. No idea what, but from the spicy scent, meat was at least one of the ingredients.
“Well, it went better than it did for any of you guys.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. “Is everyone here?”
“Yes,” Alex answered, walking into the kitchen, followed by the rest of the team. “The whole place shook when you came through the door. We thought we should come give our condolences before we sit down and come up with another plan.”
“He’s my mate, smartass.”
Metal clanked on the floor near Niko. Maggie glanced at the large spatula near his foot and frowned. Niko bent and picked up the utensil and tossed it into sink before turning the flame off on the stove.
“Let me get this straight,” Dani stepped forward and narrowed her gaze. “The oversized human meathead who’s the head of security for the monster we’ve been hunting now for months is your fucking mate? If he takes one misstep, he’ll squash your tinkerbell ass into a pancake.”
“Look here, LA bitch. Just
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