Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5) by Janine Infante Bosco Page B

if it’s temporary.
    “Yeah,” I lied, because we weren’t getting out of here and I could hang onto Leather and Lace until I drew my final breath.
    “No, that was all wrong, let’s try it again,” Jimmy said.
    “Trust me,” I whispered faintly, resigning to my fate.
    I drew in a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly, expecting to see Christine’s face but it wasn’t her haunting me, pulling me into the darkness. It was my angel; it was Lacey’s beautiful face begging me to follow her light.
    I’m sorry, Lace.
    Here I come, Christine.
    I opened my eyes as Reina closed hers and walked towards her.
    “Thatta boy, make it good,” Jimmy sang. “Her life depends on it,” he said, reinforcing my decision to sacrifice my existence for hers.
    I swayed as I took another step closer to my president’s woman, reaching for her hand as I placed my other hand on her hip. Her eyes opened, and I turned my head, nuzzling her neck, avoiding her eyes.
    “He loves you,” I whispered against her ear, willing her to think of Jack.
    “He’s here with you not me,” I whispered, kissing her neck as my fingers worked the buttons of her shirt. “Follow my lead,” I demanded, against her throat.
    “Cut to the chase,” Jimmy ordered.
    I tore my mouth from her neck.
    Game time, motherfucker.
    “Open your eyes, Reina,” I said, squeezing her hand I still held in mine before dropping it and lifting both of my hands to her face. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared back at me.
    What I wouldn’t give for one more glance into the dark eyes that owned me.
    “Leather and Lace,” I whispered. “Now close them and think of Jack,” I said, as I closed my eyes and thought of Lacey.
    And then it happened.
    I kissed her.
    To save her life.
    I was about to tear my mouth from hers, to turn around and face the gun pointed at me but a hand reached around my shoulder and shoved a needle into my jugular. I lost feeling throughout my body, starting with my face. My mouth released Reina’s and my hands dropped from her face.
    “Blackie?” Reina shouted frantically.
    Lace.
    It was her face I saw when the life drained from me.
    Her.

    After my father found me he brought me back to the Dog Pound where apparently everyone who mattered to the men of the Satan’s Knights congregated. There were some new faces, who I learned belong to Victor Pastore. It didn’t matter that my father was Jack Parrish, or that the people he kept in his circle were all the same, I still would’ve known the Pastore name. Victor’s face had been on the front page of every newspaper a couple of months ago when he confessed to all his crimes. I’m not sure why his entire family has become my father’s responsibility nor do I care. They all seem nice enough, bringing me into their circle, and doing what they’ve been trained to do. These woman, old and young, differed from me. While I’ve been at the sidelines of my father’s lifestyle, these women played front and center. To them this lockdown was the norm, they didn’t blink an eye when the men in leather scrambled around the clubhouse trying to form a plan of attack. They stood back, watched them do their thing, having faith they would return alive and in one piece, having done the job. The job being, bringing Blackie and Reina home safe and eliminating the enemy.
    They were familiar with the enemy. He once sat at their table on holiday’s, he was Victor’s right hand, his newly appointed underboss. A title he claimed after he had a hand in the murder of his first one, Michael Valente, a man they called Val. Val’s son was here too, strapping on a bullet-proof vest, ready to do whatever my father told him to, ready to get his revenge for his old man’s death. It was so much to take in, so many faces to keep track of, so many lives that intertwined and I’m sure if the circumstances were different I would’ve been fascinated with all this.
    I used to harbor resentment against my parents for keeping me