Desired (Restless Nights) by Mila Elizabeth Brenton Read Free Book Online Page B

guessed.
    Gene dipped his chin. “That would be my guess, we can handle this.  Go back Mackenzie and I’ll call you if we learn anything.”
    I nodded and headed back to the Suburban. The white van passed me as I reached the driver’s side. His gaze locked on me before he sped off.
    Well crap.

Chapter Eleven: Mackenzie
Beauty Comes From The Core
     
     
    “Is there something you could be doing to keep yourself occupied?” John asked, his eyes tracing my steps as I paced the hall.
    “I can’t be calm, shouldn’t you have heard from him by now?” I asked , my hands landing on his my hips.
    John chuckled. “He’s under your skin… you’ve been under his for years.”
    I stopped and eyed him fastidiously. “I never wanted to hurt him,” I told him. It mattered to me that John know that. He was important to Lucca and I wanted him understand that Lucca was important to me too. “And I never will again”
    John smiled and nodded his head. “I’ve met Derek Blackwell the man is an asshole and I find it completely believable that he would pull that crap on the two of you.”
    I smiled. “Thanks.”
    John dipped his chin. “I need to grab a shower . Try not to wear a hole in the floor. I’ll be back in fifteen. Stay inside, okay?”
    “You got it,” I agreed.
    I flopped to the couch, grabbing one of Avery’s books. I had the entire Crimson Heart series signed by my favorite author. The phone next to the couch buzzed altering me that someone was at the gate. Setting my book down, I hit the speaker button.
    “Kenzi? Are you there?”
    “Dana?” My brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”
    “Shit girl, I talked to Cam last night and I was worried, open this damn gate, please.”
    I chewed my lip. Dana was one of the other models that Cam managed, we weren’t exactly friends, but we did work together occasionally.  Grabbing the remote I flipped on the TV and checked the gate camera. The dark haired runway model had her thick locks hidden beneath a water colored scarf. Dana slipped her thousand dollar D&G’s down the bridge of her nose and arched a perfectly manicured brow. Her eyes looked different on the black and white screen, but they pierced through the security camera lens none the less.
    I sighed. She was alone in her little red convertible. Grabbing the handset I punched in the code and watched on the TV as she hit the gas and headed towards the house.
    Pushing off the couch, I put my book back on the shelf and went to greet her. I opened the door as she stepped from her car. She pasted a smile on her full lips.
    “What are you doing here, Dana?” I asked as I she moved up the porch steps.
    “You’re a hard woman to track down,” she said coolly as she rummaged through her bag. Her hand whipped out, a flash of silver glistening in the sun had me backing up.
    “What the hell?” I shrieked as she pointed the pistol at me.
    I stared at her, my brain refusing to link what it saw with rational thought. The woman had a fucking gun pointed at me!
    “Get in the house,” she ordered, pushing me back with each step she took forward.
    “Your security is smart, I’ll give you that.”
    My security! I should probably scream for John, but I had little doubt he would hear me over the shower and in all likelihood based on the trigger happy hold Dana had on the gun she may have just shot me as soon as I got a single screamed syllable out.
    Dana was still talking as she closed the door and gesturing me towards the living room. “You almost had me, sending that yummy security guard to the warehouse . Luckily for me, your mystery man from the other night was planning to meet you there, and not me.”
    “What’d you do to Lucca?” I demanded.
    She sneered at me. “So that’s the infamous Luc Blackwell. I thought so. Though I am surprised Cam brought him in to protect you. From everything I’ve heard the poor heartbroken hottie should have been pleased to hear what had come of the whore who walked