Blood Money (Dark Cartel Romance) (Dinero de Sangre Book 1) by Lana Sky

Author:Lana Sky [Sky, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lana Sky
Published: 2021-06-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I smell him, even before we near the doorway to the dining room.

Domino.

He’s seated at the head of the table again, his hands folded in front of him. He’s switched the white shirt for one of gray, and somehow this color unnerves me the most. Perhaps because it acts as a neutral tone, softening the intensity of his eyes while enhancing the hardness of his features.

“Have a seat, Ada-Maria,” he says, gesturing to the chair nearest him. “I promise that tonight, only chicken is on the menu.”

I stiffen. “Not Pollo d-de Roy?” My voice breaks so badly I can barely get the words out. Tears fall, lashing down my cheeks but I don’t dare wipe them away. I should crave any and every reminder of what he’s done.

What he’s claimed to have done, anyway.

“No, that is not on the menu tonight,” Domino says, tilting his head to observe me. “I hope you enjoyed your full day to yourself. It will be the last you may have for a while.”

I grit my teeth, alarmed by just how easily the threat creeps into his voice. I suspect he chooses now to deploy that bit of information for a reason. Most likely as a prompt to get me to ask, “Are… Are you going to kill me?”

He laughs. “Have a seat, Ada-Maria. This time, I’m afraid, the meal isn’t entirely for your benefit. I’m starving.”

Surprisingly, I sense a note of truthfulness in his voice. Maybe shock alone is what finally draws me closer to the table. I pick a chair halfway down the table from him, but as I pull it out, he shakes his head.

“No. No games tonight; you sit by me.”

I bite back a sigh and approach him, still smoothing my hands down my front. God, it’s as if every little thing I do might give away what I’ve done if I’m not careful. My hands shake. I don’t know what to do with them. Can he somehow sense traces of the drug vial on them?

He says nothing as I sit. Here, his scent hits me full in the face, and another thought creeps in before I can help it, far beyond escape or my kidnapping.

I wonder how he smelled after fucking Alexi, drenched in her cheap perfume. The two-dollar hooker smell wouldn’t mesh well with the spicy tinge of his aftershave. Though hell, they deserved each other. Why should it matter?

Still, sometimes I wonder if Tristan thought I really was as dumb as I looked, or if he just didn’t care to hide it. He never tried to wash her smell off him. I was paranoid that I could taste her on his lips whenever he kissed me.

My only saving grace had been to remind myself that Tristan was too selfish a lover to go down on me, let alone her. But who knows? It kills me that I don’t.

And now Domino…

“You seem distracted tonight, Ada-Maria.”

He’s touching me—a reality that doesn’t sink in until I see his fingers moving from the corner of my eye, twisting a strand of my hair around a thick, calloused thumb.

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