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Someone in Carmine’s position isn’t usually a target for this kind of message.”
    The whiskey and blanket conspired to make her more comfortable than she should have been, and she let the blanket slip off her shoulders. “What kind of message is it?”
    “If I had to guess, I’d say it was designed to remind me that my allies are rapidly decreasing in number.”
    “Why would someone want to do that?” she asked.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “There could be a hundred reasons.”
    She thought about it. “If why isn’t the place to start, how about who?”
    “If I knew that,” he said, “I wouldn’t be sitting here.”
    There was something ferocious in his voice, and she knew it was true; if Nico knew who had done this to him, to Carmine, that person would be dead.
    “What about Dante?” she asked. “Could he be involved?”
    “I don’t know,” he said.
    “Is there anyone else you can think of who would want to hurt you?”
    A smile touched the corners of his lips. “There are a lot of people who want to hurt me.”
    She took a drink of the whiskey, savoring the way it worked its way into her system. Already everything seemed a little less intense. Nico was so close. It would be nothing to cross the space between them, to take his face in her hands and touch her lips to his.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked.
    He stood, then walked to her end of the couch. “I’m going to go to bed.”
    He held out his hand.

7
    He pulled her to her feet, their bodies so close she could feel the raw power of him, like a planet with a gravitational pull she was powerless to resist. He took her glass and set it on the coffee table before leading her out of the living room.
    They ascended the stairs to the second floor where Angel followed him into the master bedroom. The doors were open to the second floor balcony, and the curtains billowed in the breeze, the salty scent of the sea filling the room. A fire had started between her legs, and she was finding it difficult to get the air in and out of her lungs.
    She thought he would lead her to the bed, but he headed for the bathroom instead. When they got there, he released her hand and turned on the shower. He looked down at her as the room filled with steam, then snaked his big hands around her neck until he was cupping her face. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip in a familiar gesture that sent a lick of heat to her center. She opened her mouth, capturing his finger and sucking until his eyes turned dark with desire.
    The room was invisible around them, the steam swirling like fog off the water. He bent his head to hers.
    “Angel…” He breathed her name just before he covered her lips with his own.
    She melted into the familiar contours of his muscled body, molding her softness to every sculpted plane as he fit his mouth to hers, sweeping and exploring like it was the first time he’d tasted her. She opened to him like no time had passed, like there was nothing in the world but the soft, urgent stroke of his tongue stoking the fires of her desire.
    He was already hard for her, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. There was an answering wetness at her core, and she ran her hands across his chest, down the flat plane of his stomach, over the bulge between his legs. She cupped him through his jeans and felt him grow harder, bigger.
    He groaned and stepped away, pulling off her shirt, unhooking her bra, sliding her pants down until she was standing bare before him. He looked at her for a long moment, his breath hitching before he took off his own clothes, revealing his chiseled body in all its perfection.
    When they were both naked, he led her into the shower. For a moment, he held her against him, letting the water rush over their bodies. It was a kind of cleansing, a washing away of the outside world and everything that was between them. Then his hands were everywhere, cupping the fullness of her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist