7. Mateo

Chapter 7

Mateo

M ateo had never made a woman sick over a kiss before.

Seeing his bloodied hands? Sure.

Watching him dismember a man with a single weapon? Most definitely.

But kissing him? Well, he hadn’t really kissed that many women, but they hadn’t reacted like that before.

In fact, he had always suspected he might be asexual, but maybe that wasn’t the case at all.

Because even with Yara’s retching from the bathroom, his dick wouldn’t go down. It was hard as steel as he adjusted it uncomfortably in his waistband, willing it to go limp.

He might kill men for a living, but he wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t going to be doing anything with his hard cock tonight.

Yara was clearly too intoxicated for any more than kissing.

Should he go check on her? Or would she rather be alone for this?

His phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts.

“Where the fuck are you and where is Yara?” Kazi’s voice was just as annoying as he remembered. The pip squeak was a lucky son of a bitch though. His assignment had been to watch over this woman for years.

Mateo felt anger and jealousy course through him in equal strokes. “She’s puking, too much to drink. But she’ll be fine,” he clipped out .

“Are you sure that’s what it was? She has… she, well, is there anything that she could have seen herself on?” Kazi’s fury was immediately replaced by concern, and it put Mateo on edge.

“What do you mean?” Mateo’s tone turned threatening.

“Reflective surfaces. Mirror, metallic, anything she could see herself in?”

Mateo looked around the room and cursed when he found the TV. “What do I need to do?”

“Check on her. Cover the mirrors, don’t make it obvious. Where are you? I’m coming.”

Mateo debated his options, but realized the woman most likely would be comforted by Kazi’s presence, and Kazi might actually be helpful. Maybe. “I will kill you with my bare hands if you make things worse.” Mateo meant every word. “I’ll text you, our location.”

He didn’t wait for a response before ending the call.