Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

I will hold on to this searing pain and use it for my revenge. Today I watched my future go up in flames, and I left myself in the ashes.

My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.

Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday. I need to get a grip, not imagine the murdering asshole in front of me touching me in any way. Dammit.

I’ve never been challenged by a woman before. It’s exciting. I just wonder how far I can push her. So, I take my gun from the holster and aim it right at her windshield.

I stand and join them in the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining table. The rest of them all join me. Enzo pulls out his laptop and puts on his glasses. “I’ve never seen you with glasses. Very Clark Kent.” Keller mocks and holds his beer up to Enzo. “Fuck off,” he retorts.

She scrunches up her face, looking me up and down. I resist the urge to headbutt her for being such a judgmental bitch. Another reason I never had girlfriends growing up

Preach!

“There won’t be a next time,” she mutters to herself. Even looking slightly disheveled, with splatters of blood over her. To me, she is pure perfection.

I’m feeling particularly violent. He thinks he can blackmail me, hit me, and I’ll just slink away with my tail between my legs? He’s got me so wrong. Especially now, I have something on him. Tonight is the perfect opportunity while he is distracted to dig a little deeper. I know all of his secrets will be in a drawer in his office. That old school asshole can barely use a computer.

Like most boomers lol

Furious at me. I freeze when I see the dark purple bruise under her right eye. The pure desire that flowed through me quickly morphs to rage. “Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You?” I grit out through clenched teeth. She closes her eyes as I brush my thumb along the angry blemish. She flinches and I am murderous. Someone marred her perfect skin. The only marks she should ever have are the ones I will give her on her ass.

I nibble on the lobe of her ear. “You’re going to enjoy the reward you’ve just earned yourself, baby.” As she pulls my hair, her intense gaze locks onto mine, the fire in her eyes searing into my soul. “Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”

I know I loved Leila, but it didn’t feel anything like this. There wasn’t this fire. We grew up together; we fell in love over time. This is the opposite. Zara threw herself into my life and consumed me entirely. It’s as if without her, I can’t fucking breathe. I’ve never felt this. I never want to with anybody else. This need to own her, for her to be mine. For her to stand by my side and be my queen. Fuck. It’s quite plausible this is even more than love. She is my life.

I wonder what I’m having. Maybe it’s a little boy with Frankie’s gray eyes and my black hair. I hope he has Frankie’s tanned skin rather than my pasty white Irish skin.

Everyone hides under a mask of some description. It’s who we are as mankind. There will always be parts of we want to conceal. The trick is to find someone who sees every part of you, no matter how ugly. They won’t try to change you, they embrace the darkness.