wanted to be. Gone were his past mistakes. He had protected her from the Ortiz Cartel. That had to, in some way, make up for what he let happen to his Lizzie.
“To be honest,” she looked into his eyes, “it was the alcohol on your breath. Mr. Ortiz smelled the same way when he was touching me. So the smell brought back the memories,” she confessed, unsure why she felt the need tell him the truth.
“But you drink alcohol,” he retorted desperate to understand. “Is it all alcohol or just a certain type?”
“Whatever it was you were drinking. That’s what triggered the memory.”
“Scotch,” he mumbled to himself. Lola looked at him with passion in her eyes. She felt their connection, too. He was sure of it. She just didn’t know how deeply he felt it.
He made a promise to God right then and there. If God would see fit to allow Lola to be his, his to own, then he would never drink another drop of scotch as long as he lived. He had to own her though. The thought of another man near her sent him into a rage. And if he were to ever witness such a thing, he would surely be spending his remaining days in a prison cell. It was one thing for him to kill a man on a mission, quite another to kill one in cold blood. He wasn’t a murderer, although some would call him that after all of the lives he took in Afghanistan and on missions with his current employer, but never once did he kill in cold blood. Lola brought it out of him. He would kill for her, and he didn’t even know if she would kiss him.
“Why do you think the men came after us?” Lola asked.
“I have been trying to figure that one out myself. The only thing I can think of is they didn’t get their money.”
“That’s just like him,” Lola huffed.
“What do you mean?”
“How much did you pay for me?”
“Three hundred seventy-five thousand dollars.” Lola choked on her drink. She spit some of it back out of her mouth and into her glass.
“You’re kidding? There is no way my father would part with that much money. He would rescue me, which is what he did by hiring you, but he would never turn over that much money.”
Rob didn’t want her to know he spent twenty-five thousand dollars of his own money. “So he did pull his money before the transfer was finalized. I won’t lie to you, Lola, this is not good. The Cartel consider you their property, and if they had a bid of three hundred and seventy-five thousand real American dollars, they aren’t just going to let you walk away.”
“What am I going to do?” A shudder visibly moved through her at the thought. “I can’t go back to Daddy’s. I want out from under his thumb. He dictates who I can and cannot see; who I have to be friends with; where I have to shop; where I can and cannot go. I can’t live like that anymore.” She lowered her head into her hands and began to softly cry. She didn’t want to go back, but she wasn’t safe on her own.
“I can stay with you,” Rob offered before he even thought about what that would mean. “I can protect you.” What if she didn’t feel the same connection; could he really protect her while she was out with another guy? He just wouldn’t let her get close to another guy. He had a new mission: to make Lola his.
Chapter 13
Lola sat in the SUV with Rob right next to her on the way back to Blackrain’s office. She was very conscious of where Rob’s leg was because it kept brushing against hers. Each touch would heat her stomach and make her feel longing deep in her core. She felt butterflies at just the sight of Rob. She had never experienced anything close to this before. Sure she had guys rubbing up against her when she danced, but never in her life had she ever felt this emptiness mixed with fluttering in the pit of her stomach, this longing for a man to be inside her, filling her up, like she felt for Rob.
They pulled in front of a small, non-descript two-story brick building that housed Blackrain
“To be honest,” she looked into his eyes, “it was the alcohol on your breath. Mr. Ortiz smelled the same way when he was touching me. So the smell brought back the memories,” she confessed, unsure why she felt the need tell him the truth.
“But you drink alcohol,” he retorted desperate to understand. “Is it all alcohol or just a certain type?”
“Whatever it was you were drinking. That’s what triggered the memory.”
“Scotch,” he mumbled to himself. Lola looked at him with passion in her eyes. She felt their connection, too. He was sure of it. She just didn’t know how deeply he felt it.
He made a promise to God right then and there. If God would see fit to allow Lola to be his, his to own, then he would never drink another drop of scotch as long as he lived. He had to own her though. The thought of another man near her sent him into a rage. And if he were to ever witness such a thing, he would surely be spending his remaining days in a prison cell. It was one thing for him to kill a man on a mission, quite another to kill one in cold blood. He wasn’t a murderer, although some would call him that after all of the lives he took in Afghanistan and on missions with his current employer, but never once did he kill in cold blood. Lola brought it out of him. He would kill for her, and he didn’t even know if she would kiss him.
“Why do you think the men came after us?” Lola asked.
“I have been trying to figure that one out myself. The only thing I can think of is they didn’t get their money.”
“That’s just like him,” Lola huffed.
“What do you mean?”
“How much did you pay for me?”
“Three hundred seventy-five thousand dollars.” Lola choked on her drink. She spit some of it back out of her mouth and into her glass.
“You’re kidding? There is no way my father would part with that much money. He would rescue me, which is what he did by hiring you, but he would never turn over that much money.”
Rob didn’t want her to know he spent twenty-five thousand dollars of his own money. “So he did pull his money before the transfer was finalized. I won’t lie to you, Lola, this is not good. The Cartel consider you their property, and if they had a bid of three hundred and seventy-five thousand real American dollars, they aren’t just going to let you walk away.”
“What am I going to do?” A shudder visibly moved through her at the thought. “I can’t go back to Daddy’s. I want out from under his thumb. He dictates who I can and cannot see; who I have to be friends with; where I have to shop; where I can and cannot go. I can’t live like that anymore.” She lowered her head into her hands and began to softly cry. She didn’t want to go back, but she wasn’t safe on her own.
“I can stay with you,” Rob offered before he even thought about what that would mean. “I can protect you.” What if she didn’t feel the same connection; could he really protect her while she was out with another guy? He just wouldn’t let her get close to another guy. He had a new mission: to make Lola his.
Chapter 13
Lola sat in the SUV with Rob right next to her on the way back to Blackrain’s office. She was very conscious of where Rob’s leg was because it kept brushing against hers. Each touch would heat her stomach and make her feel longing deep in her core. She felt butterflies at just the sight of Rob. She had never experienced anything close to this before. Sure she had guys rubbing up against her when she danced, but never in her life had she ever felt this emptiness mixed with fluttering in the pit of her stomach, this longing for a man to be inside her, filling her up, like she felt for Rob.
They pulled in front of a small, non-descript two-story brick building that housed Blackrain
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