Dark Chase (The Gunrunner Series) by Miranda Kavi Page B

life for hers. How he would leave the business for her.
    All for her.
    “Please,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
    He ran his hands down her soft curves, aching to see them, to taste them. But he couldn’t because of the location. He’d have to make do.
    He yanked her pretty red dress up. She’d worn it for him, he knew. It clung to her chest and waist. She’d sashayed around in it all day, parading that beautiful shape in front of him.
    All he’d thought about all day was what was underneath.
    He pushed her underwear aside. God, she was wet for him. Ready for him.
    She worked his button and zipper, lowering his pants. He shuddered as her fingers ran down his shaft.
    She guided him to her and he pushed inside.
    She was tight and warm around him. She gasped as he filled her up, stretching her to her limits.
    She dug her fingers into his back, and he moved against her.
    She bucked against him, increasing the friction and pressure. He kissed her, enjoying her tightness around him, her scent on his clothes, the low moans in her throat as he plunged into her.
    She gasped and pulled back. He stroked the side of her face, watching her crystal blue eyes widen, then the look of complete and total bliss crossed her face as she clenched around him.
    He waited until she was done and panting, then let go with one final pump.
    He was pulled under, like a giant wave crashing over his head. Not just the physical sensations of the release, but the emotional tidal wave that came with their intimacy. No woman could do this to him. No one but Sophia.
    He leaned against her, resting his head on her shoulder. They did not speak. They did not need to. He knew she was feeling what he was feeling.
    The world came back to him, slowly. The cool wind in the alley, the graying sky above them, the faint sounds of foot and street traffic.
    Then his phone rang, loud. It made both of them startle and jump apart. He snapped it up. “What?”
    “Brother. We have trouble,” Gram’s voice came over the line, firm and smooth.
    “Yes?” Dmitri said. He yanked up his pants and tried to zip them with one hand. Sophia pushed herself against the brick wall and smoothed out the skirt of her dress.
    “I found a group of your men. They were meeting on one of your properties. They had diverted a shipment to themselves. It went missing, and we tracked it to them.”
    “What?” Dmitri said. “My shipment?”
    “Yes,” Gram said. “They were arming themselves.”
    Dmitri growled. Sophia’s eyes widened. He forced a smile at her and waved. She crossed her arms over her chest, not convinced. He turned away from her, pressing his phone to his ear.
    “For what? What is the purpose?”
    “To fight you. To take over. They had plans to knock out your key contacts and then go after you. And her.”
    Dmitri’s pulse pounded in his ears. His rage built up, but he contained it. Sophia was near, and she didn’t need to see it.
    Motherfuckers. He paid them so fucking well. Was precise in his dealings so it was near impossible for them to get arrested or caught. His men were rarely arrested, and when they were, nothing stuck. Because of him.
    “How do you know?” Dmitri growled.
    Gram paused, probably trying to sort out the best way to phrase things. They were always careful what they said over phone lines. Even burner phones and secure lines. “I got them to talk, brother. I am very convincing.”
    Torture, Dmitri thought. Fine.
    “Your instructions, sir?”
    “Make an example out of them.” He clicked off the phone and tossed it into the dumpster.
    Loyalty was hard to find these days. Money was the biggest motivator, but not even that could satisfy some of these bastards.
    Dmitri would make some bold moves. He was not sure what the Tariq asshole could do, but he would try to do something. And fail.
    Hitoshi would be pissed once he heard Naomi was fucking Gram. He wouldn’t move against Dmitri, but there would be hell to pay.
    And the boldness of his