I reach for the door handle, opening it wide. “Oh, Val!” I call out in my most fairy-tale princess voice.

The door slams closed and I’m staring at an arm rippling of muscle and veins. I smirk, slowly turning back to face Wicked when his hand is on my throat, shoving me up against the door. My organs melt to the tips of my toes when his chest pushes against mine. “Do that shit again and see what happens.”

I aimlessly reach for the door handle, my eyes going between his lips and eyes. I smirk up at him when his jaw twitches.

“Ruby!” Betty’s voice echoes out behind the door. “Bitch, where you at!”

Fucking Betty.

Wicked’s mouth turns into a half-smile as his face dips lower and he licks the corner of my lip. “Tsk, tsk… saved by the annoying bestie.” My thighs clench together and my teeth sink into my lip to stop from moaning as I twist the door handle, yanking it open onto Betty, who is standing at the end of the hallway, her mouth wide open when she sees us.

“Ah, I see what’s going on here—” Her finger flies between Wicked and me, but I see the exact moment she notices just how ridiculously hot Wicked is. She stops walking, her head tilting to the side and her eyes going up and down his body before resting on his face. “You’re too hot to be anything but a red flag.”

“Hey! I thought you were sitting on—” His hand touches the back of my thigh and goose bumps break out over my skin. Ice slides over the base of my spine. I lean against the door. “I thought you were getting…”

She waves me off. “I know.” Reaching for my bottle of tequila, she eyes both of us before swiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Has our little Ruby Rose finally met someone who perks her attention enough?”

“Okay!” I step forward and out of Wicked’s embrace, instantly feeling the emptiness of not having him near. Hooking my arm into Betty’s, I look over my shoulder slightly, just in time for Wicked to blow a kiss.

Not the kind I wanted, asshole.

Chapter Four

Death burns the back of my mind, but as time goes on, I notice the flames simmer. I know I have a job to do, and I would do it well. We have been in the La Rosa home for three days and I have already rubbed my shit all over his daughter. I don’t know if she’s worth losing my dick over just yet. I don’t know how the mafia works, but I’ve figured out Victor is old school. He shifts between being a caring father and husband, to drug meetings and whatever else he’s doing.

Again, still not really fucking sure how I ended up here.