Brent Sinatra: All of Me by Mallory Monroe Page A

perfectly,” he said.   “You did it exactly right, sweetheart.”
    “Who is he?” she asked him.
    Brent looked at his fallen former employee, and exhaled.   “He used to be a cop.”
    “One of yours?”
    Brent nodded.   “One of
mine.”
    Brent always felt diminished after any man’s death, even scum
like Clem.   But he looked at Bonita.   She was alright.   He knew he did what he had to do.    “Thanks for moving to the left,” he said to
her.
    “Thanks for being a great shot,” she said to him.
    And even in the midst of that horrible scene, Brent
laughed.   And then handed her back to
their parents, who were still thanking God Almighty for protecting their child.
    As he stood there and watched them, and watched his men
secure the crime scene, he couldn’t help but think about what would soon face
him. Makayla was moving to Jericho and their relationship was moving to that
proverbial next level.   Someday he was
going to be a husband and father too.   He
would have his own little Bonita.   And as
he watched his parents carry his baby sister far away from the hellishness that
was Brent’s daily job, it was a heady thought.   Charles Sinatra was the head of the Sinatra family.   But Brent was going to have his own family,
and he was going to be the head of them.   Makayla and any children they had were going to be his sole and complete
responsibility.   And the thought of it,
the thought that she was going to be his family, made him feel responsible for her right now.    She was his family right now.
    It could not have been clearer that evening, after securing
the crime scene and interviewing tons of witnesses, and then being interviewed
for hours himself by Internal Affairs, and he made his way back home.   To his shock and pleasant surprise, Makayla’s
car was parked in his driveway and Makayla herself was sitting on his front
porch.   He was smiling from ear to ear
when he stepped out of his truck.   “When
did you get here?”
    “A few minutes ago.   Hope I’m not intruding.”
    “You’re intruding,” Brent said joyfully as he walked up the
steps.   “Get out now.”
    Makayla laughed.   “Make
me,” she said, rising to her feet, and Brent lifted her into his arms. And
kissed her long and passionately.  
    And then it was all seriousness for them, because Makayla
sensed his anguish.   “I heard about it on
the news.   I had to make sure you were
okay.”
    “I’m okay,” Brent said.
    “How’s Bonita?”
    “You know her.   It’ll
take more than a gunman to steal her joy.   She’s fine.”
    Makayla felt faint.   “My Lord.   What is going on?   Everything seems to be unraveling before our
very eyes.   I announce I’m coming to
Jericho to live, and all hell breaks loose.”
    Brent smiled. “I’m sure you’re not responsible for any hell
breaking loose.”   He stared into her
beautiful eyes.   “It’s not possible.   Not somebody as sweet as you are.   Thank-you for coming.”
    “I couldn’t stay away.   I haven’t seen you for two whole days.”
    Brent laughed, feeling as if the weight of the world had been
lifted from his shoulders just from Makayla’s presence alone.   Makayla laid her head on that same shoulder,
as he carried her inside.

 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER TEN

 
    He was an animal in bed.   That was how Makayla felt when Brent was relieving stress with his
fuck.   And he was relieving it big time
as his cock kept pushing inside of her narrow opening and forcing his way
through.   She was sitting on top of him,
and he was grunting and sucking her breasts as she inched down further and
further until he was all in.   And then it
was all on.
    Brent eventually took over.   He eventually moved her onto her back, got on top himself, and moved his
penis inside of her in a way that caused both of them to close their eyes as
the heat of his movements absorbed them.   When Makayla opened her eyes, and looked up at her man, he was