Forever Wicked: A Wicked Lovers Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Shayla Black Read Free Book Online Page B

door. “Gia?”
    “Yes.”
    She didn’t sound at all happy. He’d given her more than one opportunity to leave, but she’d taken the mercenary path. He refused to feel sorry for her.
    Balancing everything in one hand, he turned the knob and opened the door. As soon as he saw her, he nearly dropped the tray. She looked like his fantasies—only better. Her hair hung in loose waves. One of the women had done something that made her skin glow under the lights. Even her toenails shimmered. When he’d bought the miniscule scrap of lace she now wore, he’d imagined how she would look in it and gotten hard as hell. But seeing her in person? Damn. He could picture her spread out across his sheets, her gaze on him, her arms open as he ripped her thong away to expose her smooth, pouting pussy. The “fuck me” shoes made him want to do exactly that. Jason nearly growled with need. But he’d enjoy the sex more if Gia felt half as eager as he did…and if she’d lie to him and say she loved him, like she used to.
    Patience.
    If Gia wanted a divorce and she wanted to be paid for her freedom, he planned to make her earn every penny of it first. And if he was very lucky, maybe he’d figure out how to get enough of her and move on.
    He set the tray on the dresser, still looking her over. “Beautiful.”
    She cast her gaze down submissively. Either that or she couldn’t bear to look at him. “Thank you.”
    “I brought us some dinner.” He poured the wine, and she took the glass, her expression somewhat guarded. “To…new endings.”
    Her face closed up entirely. “Hopefully, a quick one.”
    Jason made a noncommittal sound, repressing his urge to get her naked and flat before he put his stamp on her, hold her in his thrall the way she’d done him. Instead, he forced himself to wait. Gia gulped half her glass as if she needed the liquid courage.
    Trying not to grit his teeth, he lifted the lid on the dishes, then pointed at the bed. “Sit.”
    Slowly, she sat back against a stack of fluffy white pillows and took the plate. “Thank you.”
    Their gazes met before hers skittered away.
    Holding in a curse, Jason gave her a fork. When she grabbed the far end, refusing to even brush his fingers, his lips tightened. If she had a new aversion to touching him, he’d quickly put a stop to it.
    Plate in hand, he sat back on the bed against the grouping of pillows, leaning against the headboard beside her. Digging his fork into his rice, he did his best to focus on the food and act as if nothing happening between them bothered him in the least.
    “So, you’ve been dealing with your family. Tell me about the progress you’ve made in bringing your brother’s killer to justice.”
    Gia tensed. “There hasn’t been any. My brother’s former partner initially pointed the finger at a thug named Ricky Wayman. A few days later, he recanted and claimed he wasn’t sure, but I know better. Patrick was either scared off or paid off. The day before my brother died, he told my dad that he knew Ricky had something big going down and he intended to stop it. Tony died on Ricky’s turf, so I know damn well who shot my brother.”
    “No one has arrested Wayman?”
    “They haven’t even brought him in for questioning.” And that obviously infuriated her.
    “Don’t the police usually go all out to hunt down a cop killer?”
    Something cynical and mad as hell twisted her delicate features. “Usually, yeah. Wayman’s got a sick rep and a lot of firepower.” Fingers gripping her plate until her knuckles turned white, she drew in an angry breath. “I think the brass is already convinced it’s an unwinnable war and it would cost too many lives to bring this one punk to justice. He takes out a lot of other criminals, so…”
    “They let him slide.” Jason turned her words over in his head, angry on her behalf. Not only did someone as principled as Gia want the badges she worked with to do their jobs and put criminals behind bars, she