Free Mick Sinatra: For Once In My Life by Mallory Monroe

tonight, and it was going to change in a major way.   She just didn’t know if it was going to be
for good, or for ill.
    But before
she could contemplate it either way, a car suddenly rammed the limo so hard
that it rocked them both, and then the out of control car began dragging the
limo sideways.   Deuce was losing control
fast as they raced, not straight ahead as they had been going, but across the
sidewalk, dodging nearly three different people.   Deuce was able to overcorrect, to avoid a hit
on Mick’s side on their collision course.   But in overcorrecting, in turning the wheel one way and then the other,
they went from speeding sideways to speeding head-on into the massive brick
wall of a Mom and Pop, fifty-year-old consignment shop.  

 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    As soon as
the limo was first sideswiped, Mick reached over and grabbed Roz from her seat
across from him, placed her on his lap with his arm around her stomach so
tightly that it hurt, and braced for impact.   The limo careened out of control and slammed into the brick wall so hard
that it nearly jarred Roz off of Mick’s lap.   It was a hard frontal hit, mangling the hood, but it had little impact
in the back.
    Roz was so
thrown by the sudden turn of events that she could hear her heartbeat
racing.   She looked at Mick, who held his
arm around her as if she were his baby.   He was already staring at her.   “Are you okay?” he asked her.
    “Yes,” she
said, nodding.   “I think so.”
    Mick looked
at Deuce.   He was unbuckling his seatbelt
and preparing to get out of the vehicle.   Mick pressed the intercom button.   “Deuce?”
    Deuce
pressed the response button. “I’m alright, boss.   I’ll check it out.”
    Mick
continued to hold Roz.   But at the same
time, unbeknownst to her, he pressed a button and pulled a loaded gun out of a
side panel beneath the limo’s door handle.   He held the gun at his side, out of view.
    But unlike
Mick, who wasn’t certain if this was an accident after all, Roz had more inward
concerns.   She was at war with her own
emotions once again. They had just been in a car crash.   A crash that could have gone terribly
wrong.   But here she was feeling like a
little princess in Mick’s big arms.   And
she loved the feeling!   And the way he
grabbed her so decisively, as if he was making the statement that if anybody
was going to get hurt, it wasn’t going to be her.   After their rocky beginning, she was
surprised by such a strong move and such a strong, unspoken statement.   It disturbed and pleased her all at the same
time.
    Mick was
disturbed too.   Not so much by the
accident, although he was holding his gun and keeping his eye on the man who
had hit them.   The guy was out of his car,
seemingly apologizing to Deuce, as Mick’s eyes glanced around to make sure it
was no set up.   He saw nothing
suspicious, and was grateful for that.   But what disturbed him more was his reaction to Rosalind.   As soon as he felt that hit, his heart hammered
at the thought of her being injured.   He
grabbed her so fast he nearly tore a muscle.   And now that he had her close to him, he felt an even stronger emotion.   That connection he had felt the first time he
saw her had returned, as if there was a string that was binding them
together.   But it disturbed him mightily
because he wasn’t at all sure if he wanted that kind of bond.
    What was
even more remarkable was the fact that he was beginning to get an
erection.   In the middle of a car crash,
and he was getting a fucking erection!   What the fuck was wrong with him?   He was no sex starved teenager!   But there it was.   He was rock
hard and well aware of every inch of her tight ass on his lap.
    That fact
wasn’t lost on Roz either.   She could
feel that hardness beneath her as if she was sitting on a steel rod.   If she were to remind herself about his
earlier proposition that so offended her, now would be the time for