Chapter 12: Disaster

Raphael:



"That fucker thinks he's going to get away with this?" Raphael mumbled hysterically to himself as he tore through Genevieve's bedroom.

The moment he had realized that the sick fucker had placed cameras throughout the room, he knew that he, himself, had fucked up. He hadn't been doing his job correctly. Having the boys check for cameras should have been his first objective when they took the case. Instead, he'd been too preoccupied staring at his client's ass and tits.

"Fuck!" He slammed the drawer of panties closed as all he could think of was what he had just been blessed with. He had been so close to fucking the hell out of Genevieve, and she would have willingly allowed him.

Raphael gripped the corners of the dresser so tightly his knuckles were white.

He was so busy within his own head trying to clamp down on his raging hard on, and the burning rage that overwhelmed him, that he didn't hear Genevieve tiptoe into the room and approach him cautiously. She gently touched the back of his hand, her fingers warm, like silk.

Raphael whipped back, pulling away.

"I'm sorry," Genevieve almost stumbled back, but she caught herself. There were tears in her eyes, and they sliced into Raphael's chest like a burning knife. He was supposed to be protecting her, but all he was doing was making it worse. Her lip trembled as she breathed in. "I just wanted to check on you. Vin and Garrett have finished the rest of the suite."

"Do you need help in here?" Vin was the one that swept his head around the corner to look into the room.

Raphael didn't want anyone in Genevieve’s private room. He shouldn't even be in there. He could smell her all over the place. The sweet scent of her natural peach smell surrounded him and gripped his dick in a vice grip.

"No," Raphael all but growled out. He cleared his throat and straightened, shifting to the side so no one could see his hard on, especially as Genevieve’s eyes widened at his aggression. "No need. I'm done here."

Raphael raised his hand to show the five tiny cameras that he had found in the sanctuary of the bedroom.

The anger returned, and his sexual energy depleted almost instantly. This damn fucker was going to die. He'd make sure of it.

Genevieve bit back a gasp at the sight of the items by biting her lip and clenching her hands into fists. Raphael wanted to go to her. He wanted, no, needed, to comfort her.

He couldn't though, not right then. "We're getting her out of this suite."

"Where am I going to go then?" Genevieve responded in the other two's stead. "I'm not going to continually move from room to room until you catch the guy... or until he gets what he wants."

Her last words had her staring at the floor, tears shimmering and about to overflow. Raphael looked over her shoulder at Vin who only nodded and disappeared.

"I'd die before I let that bastard do anything to you," Raphael found himself saying. He stepped into Genevieve's space, and the memory of their heated tension had his dick hardening once more.

"You can't always be there." Her voice was almost a whisper especially as she looked up into his eyes. He was drowning in those baby blues, and he didn't give a fuck. He'd die over and over again just for her. Anything for her.

"Like the fuck I can't," he growled, the heat of Genevieve's breath edging him closer. He swore he was going mad.

Her eyes flared open as did her lips, but Genevieve remained silent. When Raphael was going to continue, Gunner walked in. Vin was right behind him, and he took the cameras from Raphael before disappearing once more. Raphael could hear the contraptions crunch as Vin smashed them in the kitchen. With what, he had no clue.

Gunner crossed his arms. "Management has been notified. We'll move her to the penthouse. More security there."

"I don't have the money for that," she ground out. “I can’t keep moving around. I’ll be heading back to North Dakota soon enough.”

"No, I have a different plan in mind." Raphael swallowed harshly as she stared at him. He would push aside what she just said and forget about it. She wasn’t going anywhere, and he would keep her in his sites. That was for damn sure.

Genevieve tilted her head to look up at him, and all Raphael could think about was how he’d had her pinned to the wall only moments earlier. He had been so close, and now he was going to make a decision that he couldn’t back out of. He was cornering himself. She whispered, "What?"

Raphael cleared his throat and tried his best to keep his voice level. Gunner was eyeing him, but he knew that the man wouldn’t say shit. "You'll be staying with me... at my place."