Free Bad Girl: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) by Willow Winters

smile as she jumps and turns around to face me. A deep red blush colors her cheeks as she smiles shyly back at me.
    That’s when it hits me.
    This broad is getting to me. I watch as she grabs her clothes. All the bits of happiness leave me in an instant. I didn’t check for a wire. Fuck. Fuck, how could I forget she’s a cop?
    I didn’t say anything, though. I know I didn’t. I replay the scene in my head.
    It’s like snapping back to reality. I don’t know what the fuck happened.
    Shit. Maybe she wanted this. She wanted to get close to me. Fuck. Fuck. I keep fucking this up. I’m so drawn to her. I run a hand down my face in exasperation. What the hell was I thinking? I keep losing my shit when she’s around.
    I look at her from across the room as she pulls her jeans up and over her sweet ass. Fuck, even right now as I’m telling myself this is wrong, my dick is hardening at the chance to be inside her again.
    “This shit can’t happen.” I say the words before I forget that I need this to be over. “It can’t happen again.”
    She turns to face me with a look of shock and hurt. But she’s quick to cover it up. It fucking kills me. A weight pushes against my chest. It fucking hurts. I hate that I hurt her. “You’re right. Sorry it happened.” She talks clearly, and with a hint of sarcasm, but doesn’t face me. She sounds fucking pissed, but there’s an undertone of sadness. She's doing what she does best, and masking her true feelings.
    I walk over to her to hold her, or apologize, or something--I don’t know what, but she makes a beeline for her purse and then starts heading to the door. It fucking hurts, but that’s what I get. What did I expect, opening my mouth and ruining it?
    We were playing house though. Caught up in something that doesn’t exist.
    “I’m not kicking you out.” I talk to her back as she walks out on me. I may as well have kicked her out though. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This needs to go down like this. She needs to be pissed at me. But I don’t want that.
    This is all so fucked.
    She turns to face me as I walk up behind her before she can open the door. I want to say something to her. I don’t know what. I just don’t want her to leave like this.
    “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” Her voice is hard and full of menace, but her eyes are glassy with tears. It fucking guts me.
    “Stop it, Tonya. It’s not like that.” She turns her back to me to open the door, but I put my hand above hers to keep it from opening. She turns around and I cage her in. She closes her eyes to avoid my stare.
    “Stop it. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” I talk with a gentle tone and try to calm her down. But her defenses are way up. She’s not giving me anything. “You don’t want this anyway. You’re a cop. I’m suspect in your case for fuck's sake.”
    “You didn’t do it,” she says calmly. Her admission shocks me. If she knows I didn’t do it, what the fuck is she after me for? “You’re right though. This shouldn’t have happened.” She opens her eyes and speaks calmly, “I want to leave now.”
    There’s no emotion left. No sadness, no disappointment, no anger. She’s got her mask on, and she’s not giving me anything.
    I should make her open up. I shouldn’t let her leave like this.
    But it’s what’s best for both of us. She’s a cop, and I’m mobbed up. This shit should’ve never happened.
    “Alright.” I stand back and let her open the door. I fucking hate that I feel anything for her. She’s a cop. I have to keep repeating it in my head. I have to remember I can’t have her. I’ve been ordered to stay away from her. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. This is bad. I don’t know what I was thinking.
    “Can you just tell me one thing?” she asks, as she steps out into the hallway. “Is Petrov dead?” She looks up at me with nothing in her eyes, no emotion. Not a damn thing.
    I bite the inside of my cheek fucking