PaigeI pulled on my sweatshirt for bed with a small smile on my face. Tom disappeared out the door after dinner, muttering something about a warehouse, but I wasn’t that worried about him. He might be a mobster who worried too much, but he proved he knew his shit when we were talking through my plan. He’d actually been doing it, even before he found me. He had men in place, contacts, everything I needed to actually make a difference. The thought warmed something in my chest as I tucked under the covers, and for the first time in a long time, sleep took me without much of a fight.The dream started off like it always did. Me, chained to a bed, fighting not to cry as a faceless bastard tortured me. My tears burned like fire. Bright moonlight streamed in through the window like a searchlight, but it never touched my skin, keeping me in the shadows where the assholes wanted me.Then, in my dream, the door exploded inward. Tom stepped into a shaft of moonlight, and his eyes flashed like e
TommasoIn my closet, I pulled off my jacket with a grin. When I came home, buzzing from another successful shipment and trying to figure out if Tony was an asshole or a problem, I really had thought Paige was having a nightmare. Over the past week, I’d grown used to listening for those abortive whimpers that meant her sleep had turned on her. But tonight, when I walked up to her door, everything had changed.“Oh, God, Tom,” she moaned in my memory. “Fuck, do that again.”I finished unbuttoning my shirt and tossed it in the dry-clean hamper. Maybe I should’ve left as soon as I heard that, but she moved under the covers, and I hadn’t been able to. I eased my pants down over my hard-on and grabbed my pajamas before padding back into my bedroom. My massive four-poster with its heavy red drapes welcomed me, but I glanced at my bathroom briefly. Should I shower first, try to get this out of my system. I couldn’t let one dream confuse me. Paige might be starting to soften toward me, but we
PaigeDressed in a garishly pink snowsuit that seemed to appear out of nowhere in my closet, I followed Tom through the foyer back toward the door that led to the garage. If he expected me to play basketball in this, I was going to kick his ass. He opened the door and led me along the line of cars, instead of directly to the second door that led to the court. I should’ve known. Though his was a bit sleeker and black, Tom wore an equally full-coverage snowsuit. I couldn’t imagine what the hell he had in mind.Finally, he stopped in front of a trio of…well, I didn’t know. They looked kind of like jet skis, but they had actual ski-feet at the bottom. I stared at him blankly, already starting to overheat.“They’re snowmobiles!” He grinned, the piece of spinach from breakfast gone.I frowned at the machines. I never should’ve agreed to this. After last night, I should’ve stayed as far from Tom as possible to keep my stupid subconscious from ever doing something like that again. But my mout
TommasoI sat back in my desk chair and looked out at the snow through my window. I could just barely make out the tracks Paige and I had left. We’d had such a great time before she ran away. I hadn’t seen her since then. I’d cut it way closer on my meeting than I intended to. She had a way of distracting me.“…all to say, my place is looking pretty fucking good,” Carp said.I glanced at the enforcer. He seemed confident, but not so much it worried me. He had a good head on his shoulders.“Fucking A,” I said. “If you’re doing well, I think it’s time to let Lyle into your systems.” I nodded at the reedy IT guy who I hadn’t been able to get through a meeting without yet. Some of the territory I’d taken had no virtual protections, and some of them had so much only Lyle could get into their systems.Lyle typed a few things into the laptop I almost never saw him without. “De Luca’s stuff has been midrange so far. Not too sloppy, not too tough to get into. Mostly gonna be resetting all the
PaigeI stroked the top of Francis’s head in Lauren’s office. For the first time, noonday sun poured in her big windows. Tom rearranged my appointments permanently to line up with when most people at Henley and Stephenson would be taking their lunch so I missed as little as possible. Part of me thought that was sweet. The rest of me had no idea what to think about Tommaso anymore.“So, our longest break yet.” Lauren smiled. “How was your weekend?”In my mind’s eye, Tom cupped my face gently, somehow both in my dream-bedroom and on the back of the snowmobile. I’d been avoiding him since then.“I did the homework we talked about,” I blurted.“Great!” Lauren scribbled a couple notes in a new color of pen. “Tell me a little about it?”I ran her through the steps, through our loose plans for achieving them. Every time she looked like she was about to ask another question, I invented another detail to tell her to avoid it until I finally ran out.“Wow,” she said. “It’s awesome that you were
TommasoI glanced at Paige in the passenger seat next to me. In the shuffle, I hadn’t had a chance to hire my own driver yet, but the little black coupe I’d bought last year for personal driving seemed subtle enough for the trip. She stared out the window, her shoulders still at perfect right angles like they had been since she walked out of Lauren’s office. Something had obviously happened in there. She’d been awkward, even tense since Friday—with the exception of the snowmobile ride—but this seemed different somehow. Maybe they’d finally crossed the line and started dealing with the hard stuff.“You can pick the music,” I said to break the silence.She looked at the radio where soft pop music oozed out of the speakers. I drove myself so rarely I never even bothered to change the presets. I didn’t recognize the melody, but it had the unmistakable cadence of something that would get stuck in my head if I let it.“You like this?” She shook her head. “I mean, this is fine. I don’t care
PaigeI picked at the plate of lasagna in front of me and looked around Tom’s formal dining room. He’d said he tried to keep decoration out of the place so people could focus on the food, but that was only half-working because of the company. Killian and Sera showed up as promised, but they brought along Patrick and Olivia, who were also a couple. The four of them walked in arm-in-arm, already chattering, and I’d instantly felt like an ant. I’d never done well in big group events. Or medium ones. I basically hadn’t been to a party since that last birthday of Sera’s, and I never figured out how everybody else seemed to know when other people were done talking. Even inviting over Killian and Sera had been stupid, but on a whim while trying not to fall asleep last night, I’d bought this white dress covered in pink and green geometric patterns, and I wanted to show Sera Bianchi I still knew how to pick out my own clothes.But now here she sat, completely resplendent in a deep blue designe
TommasoMy brain shut off. Paige’s lips were on mine, moving with that same sinuous grace I’d seen in her body under the sheets. How long had I been dreaming of this? I cupped her face, ran my had through her hair, and she opened her mouth on mine. She tasted like rich, dark fruit and—And wine. Because she’d been drinking at dinner, at least three glasses. On a tolerance so low, she would’ve reacted to a single shot of scotch. I mustered every ounce of willpower I’d ever had and pulled back.Paige blinked at me, hurt in her dark eyes. On the tail of the hurt quickly came the humiliation I’d grown used to. Her pale skin started to turn red.“You’re upset,” I said. “You’ve been drinking.”“I’m upset. I’ve been drinking.” She nodded as though confirming to herself.“I’m gonna go.” I glanced at the door as a burst of laughter floated up the stairs. We—I--still had guests. Even if I didn’t know the wine was making Paige do this, I wouldn’t be able to stay here. “You get some sleep.”“I wi