Handled
**RUBY**
The moment Antonio closed the door to his room and flipped the lock I had my gun pressed to the back of his head.
“Ruby,” he whispers, pressing his forehead into the white washed oak door. “Why?”
“Why?” I hiss, pressing the barrel into the back of his skull with threatening force. “What game are you playing with me, Antonio? Do you really think all this bullshit you have done, the *evil* that you have engineered, would go unnoticed by me?” I snicker, “I *came* here intent on warning you of the danger, but there really wasn’t any danger at all, was there? Not for you. You were not shocked to learn of Carlo’s involvement in what happened to *my cousin.* Tiny may have bought your shit, but I didn’t. You pretended to be shocked, yes, but I have seen you shocked and this time… you weren’t. You were *shocked* when you realized you *couldn’t* stomach giving me to your men. *That* shocked you. I saw it then. The man in you. But, you made a deal with Enzo, didn’t you? Alex didn’t know it, but Enzo was tapped out. Broke. Indebted *to you.* *That’s* why you knew what went on in that room that night. *That’s* how you knew who was involved, isn’t it?”
His body shudders, it’s the only hint I have before he flips on me and disarms me so quickly that the breath flies out of my lungs. He slams my body into the wall, albeit gently, then rips the Berretta from my grip, tossing it toward the bed. Slowly, he stands back, lifting both remaining weapons so they are pointed me. At *my* head, damn him, the fucking asshole. Damn him in his terribly handsome face.
Suddenly I am *not* the one with the upper hand anymore. Suddenly, it’s him and I have absolutely no one to blame but myself. “Shit,” I hiss. “I knew I should have just pulled the goddamned trigger.”
With both guns to trained on me, I finally give myself over to the power of his eyes. To my surprise… there is still longing there and not even one silly little trace of contempt. Nor is there violence, which is almost too confusing a fact for me to explore.
His jaw clenches. “I knew Enzo was planning something, yes. And I made a deal with him, also yes,” he admits, but then shakes his head. “But not that *deal,* mi reina. What happened to her was never part of any plan I made with Enzo. The only thing he did for me was plant a tracker on my uncle and Don Angeletto. Without his being present that night, there wasn’t any other way for him to gather them together.” His eyes soften and he steps back, throwing both of my guns to each side of himself. “Why is it so hard for you to see me? Why?” My eyes take in the distance of space left between me and my arms, but he launches himself forward before I can so much as breathe an inch in either direction and cages me between his arms. “I don’t want you to switch sides. I don’t want you on my team.” His eyes grow so wet as he gazes at me that I find myself holding my breath. “I want to be on *your* team. I want to be *yours.”*
I shake my head, fighting against the pulsing between my legs that began the very moment he stepped into the living room. “You don’t,” I deny him.
“I do!” he growls, his bright blue orbs darkening to black. “I am so in love with you, Ruby, that it is shameful. You make me powerless. I am so fucking weak for you,” he whispers, dropping his face into my hair. “How can you not see that?” His teeth nip at my ears and I shiver against the wall. “How can I want you so much and you not want me at all?” He lowers his head slowly, dragging his lips along my jawline toward my throat. “I wish I hated you for it. I should fucking despise you for it. But,” his teeth nip at the flesh between my shoulder and my throat and despite myself I whimper, “I can’t. I never will.”
A sob releases from my throat and my arms come around his neck, pulling his mouth in deeper. “Who says I don’t want you?” I whisper in his ear. “Of course I do. You’d be dead by now if I didn’t.” He freezes against me and I roll my hips forward into the hard, throbbing girth shielded by his khakis. “I already told you. I am not free. Not of you.”
He groans into the side of my throat and I feel his hands scoop underneath my thighs to lift me against his hips. “Thank fuck.”
He spins us around heading straight for the bed at the far end of the space and I’m suddenly feverish with the need to feel the hard bulge of his muscles against my naked flesh so I rip his shirt straight down the middle and then rip off my own before he’s taken more than just a few steps.
He pauses, his pupils firing across the slight swell of my meager breasts and then melting at the sight of my hardened nipples. “Fuck you are beautiful.”
I undulate in his arms, pressing forward until my breasts graze his pectorals and a growl of desire rips from his chest. “So are you,” I admit. “You are the fucking hottest thing I have *ever* had between my legs. The one thing I’d die and come back again just to taste.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, falling forward onto his bed with one strong arm curled behind me to soften my drop. His eyes search mine. “They’re on their way here, now. That is why Ruiz is here. He doesn’t realize I know that, but, of course I do.”
I swallow, nodding my head as my hands slide down from his deliciously tanned pectorals
“He’s unarmed?” It’s not a real question, I know too much about Ruiz to believe the Berretta was the only gun within his grasp. He gave it up too easily. He has another, maybe two or more… somewhere downstairs.
Antonio shakes his head, smirking as he relieves me of Stella’s pants. “We don’t have much time, but I’ve been dying for you, so I’m not going to last anyway.”
“My cousin?” I gasp, throwing my head back as Antonio buries his face between my thighs and laps at my sopping core.
I can feel his grin and it turns against the throb of my sex. “She may have saved us.” He nips at my clit and I nearly explode off the bed. “She has him handled.”
“How do you know that?” I gasp, fisting the bedding as Antonio pumps two fingers deep inside of my center.
He lifts off of me, ripping his khakis off of his hips and revealing the heavy weight of his shaft to my hungry gaze. *Fuck he is pretty.*
“Trust me,” he says.
*And… I do.*
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