![]() Machiavellian
-- EXCERPT: I shrugged, the white button-down shirt tugging at my shoulders. “Some things are not worth trading in, no matter how old they are.” I pointed to the building we were slowing in front of. “We’re home, Mariposa.” “Home,” she repeated, turning to face the window. “You live next to a fire station! Sweet. That’ll come in handy when I cook you dinner.” She became quiet as Giovanni hit a button on the dash and the garage door lifted. “You own this entire building?” “Mmhm.” “It’s not what I expected.” “What did you expect?” “The bat cave?” “How do you know about the bat cave?” “Keely’s brothers. I was over once when they watched that movie.” I gave a low laugh, burying the thought of Harry Boy further down. “Not a place shiny enough to blind you?” Why did the fucker still affect my words? She narrowed her eyes at me. “No, I just thought…something in Manhattan. A penthouse.” Then she grinned, my words sinking in. “Still, this is far from a paper house.” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.” “The big bad wolf dressed in a fine Italian suit.” She touched my hand, her fingers as soft as her lips, where the wolf tattoo seemed to snarl underneath the lights of the garage. “I should’ve known.” Her eyes drifted to my lips, then back up to my eyes, and when she couldn’t hold my stare any longer, she started to fiddle with my tie. Nervous hands, like flitting wings.
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