Need Him Like Oxygen (Lombardi Famiglia #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Lombardi Famiglia Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“Here, toss it all in here,” I said, holding out the bucket.

Cinna silently dropped her clothes in and I went to the tub, filling it with water and a shitton of bleach, rinsing, then doing it again, before finally leaving the clothes in the the bucket with the rest of the bleach and a bit of water. The fabric would degrade, but the DNA would be ruined too. I would deal with it when we came back to clean her apartment when we were done with the body.

“I’ll grab you some clothes,” I said, moving out and into her bedroom.

It was every bit as bleak as the rest of her apartment. Just a headboard-free queen-sized bed with a rumpled black comforter, an ancient nightstand with a lamp, and a closet full of her usual dark clothes.

I picked out jeans and a long-sleeved tee then made my way back into the bathroom where she’d dropped the washcloth into the bucket with her clothes, then moved to stand in front of the mirror, staring at herself with a blank look in her reflection.

“Hey, I can do this myself if you need to tap out,” I said, moving behind her, feeling her stiffen until my hand moved out, tracing a finger over her bare shoulder. Then she fucking melted back against me, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not tapping out,” she said as I dropped her clothes on the sink cabinet, then wrapped my arms around her. “I just need a minute.”

“I could leave,” I offered, just to hear her tell me not to.

“No. Stay. Just for a minute.”

“Just for a minute,” I agreed, pressing my lips into the side of her head.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Cinna

“Would it have killed the bastard to eat a couple salads in his lifetime?” I grumbled as we dropped the tub down inside of the elevator.

We were all dressed for the cold, jackets, hats, and gloves. But sweat was already beading up on my skin beneath from the weight of the damn tub.

“How inconsiderate of him not to make his dietary choices based on how heavy his corpse would be?” Dav shot back, a smirk toying at his lips.

This was dangerous, I knew. Having him there. Having him help. I should have kicked him out as soon as he came into my apartment.

But then, I reminded myself, who would have taught me to breathe again? Would have held me until the panic passed? Would have held me when I needed it? Without seeming to lose any respect for me?

I didn’t understand what was going on with me, why I was suddenly feeling so fragile and unsure of myself. I just knew that there was no one else in the world I would feel comfortable displaying it in front of aside from Dav.

So I was letting him tag along.

Even if it meant it was going to get even easier for me to melt into him, to give in to my feelings for him.

“The car is right out front,” Dav said. “It’s the lifting it in that is going to be a bitch.”

The doors opened then, and all three of us sucked in a deep breath before grabbing the tote and moving out.

We all acted like our arms weren’t turning to jelly as we made our way out of the building, down the steps, and to the car.

Luckily, the local crew was occupied by some kind of disagreement going on at the corner, so we didn’t have to act like lifting the tote up into the SUV wasn’t killing all of us.

“Christ,” Dav said, slamming the trunk door and huffing out a breath.

As much as I hated to admit it, he’d been shouldering more of the weight than myself and Joel combined.

“Okay. Now, you get your ass back upstairs and pretend tonight never happened, okay? I will come and talk to you when we’re done.”

“Got it,” Joel said, nodding.

“Hey, kid,” I called when he turned to walk away.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning back.

“Thank you. Dunno if I’d be standing here right now if you hadn’t come in,” I admitted, even though it hurt my pride to do it.

“No problem,” he said, shuffling his feet, looking uncomfortable. After a lifetime of getting screamed at, I imagined kindness was foreign and uncomfortable to him.

We watched to make sure he got back in the building before Dav and I silently climbed in the SUV.

“What’s the plan?” I asked. “Probably too cold to dig a grave.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, pulling away from the curb with one hand as he reached to fiddle with some buttons with the other. A second later, the seat started to warm up, chasing the chill out of my bones. “A body of water is likely the best bet this time of year.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “If we anchor it, might never come back up.”


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