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Cold Blood (Lone Star Mobsters Book 4) by Cynthia Rayne (12)

Chapter Twelve

 

That evening, Justice took Etta to Poison Fruit for dinner.

After the day he’d had, Justice didn’t really feel like eating, but he wanted to take her out someplace fancy. After all she’d been through, Etta deserved a nice evening, and so did he.

Mary promised it was a romantic spot and she wasn’t wrong. The winery was on the end of town, on five acres which hugged the creek. As he pulled into the drive, Justice passed hundreds of fruit trees—apples, peaches, and pears, as well as strawberry and blackberry patches. It had a charming country feel, all down home and earthy.

When he found a parking space, he hit the kickstand. She scrambled off the bike and pulled her helmet off, and then fussed with her tresses, smoothing them back into place.

It took all his willpower, not to take her into his arms and kiss her. Good Lord, she was beautiful, especially in the glow of a setting sun. It highlighted streaks of fire in her hair.

After hooking their helmets on the handlebars, he walked her inside. A rustic red barn had been converted into the bistro portion of Poison Fruit. It still sported the high rafters and wood, but it had been remodeled inside.

The hostess seated them in the rear of the dining room so Justice could place his back to the wall. It was an old habit from his military days. That way he could scan the room, monitor any potential threats, and nobody could get the jump on him.

In the center of the dining room, a brick well-like structure enclosed a large apple tree. The branches stretched up to the stained glass windows above, which depicted Eve and the apple, along with a slithering serpent.

Justice knew a thing or two about temptation, and it was seated right across from him, in the flesh.

Etta wore a long white dress with a blue shawl over her shoulders. He loved the flow of it, the way the dress showcased her bare legs, and he could easily imagine sliding his hand underneath the fabric.

Speaking of which, he wondered what kind of panties she wore this evening. Maybe he could add them to his collection. It would take the edge off this bad day, that’s for damn sure.

 “This place is incredible.” She took it all in with wide eyes. Twinkling Christmas lights lined the walls, and candles on the tables gave the space a warm glow.

Yeah, I done good.

Etta deserved to be treated like the special lady she was. Her ex must’ve been a fool not to appreciate her.

The truth is, there’s nowhere he’d rather be right now. Justice needed Etta in his life, and he knew it with an utter certainty, which should have scared him. It didn’t.

But how could he convince her to give him a shot?

She was wary when it came to love, and Justice didn’t blame her. He wanted to show her that letting a man into her life, didn’t have to mean losing herself. Their relationship could be based on love and trust, rather than control and fear.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

“You.” Justice leaned forward. “How lovely you are.”

She blushed. “Well, thank you, but I’m really not.” 

“I’m not bein’ kind. It’s an honest opinion.” He got the impression Grady had done a number on her self-esteem, especially when it came to her body. “And if you’re feelin’ generous tonight, I’d like a chance to show you later, Angel. I wanna finish what we started in the kitchen.”

Etta fiddled with her napkin.

“No reciprocation necessary, if you’re not ready.”

“When we were, er, together, I didn’t think, all I could do was feel, and it’s not usually like that for me. Sex with Grady could be…” She trailed off. “He did more than smack me around.”

I’d love to get my hands on the bastard.

Heat rushed through his body, a surge of adrenaline flowing. Gritting his teeth, Justice calmed down, focusing on her instead of his wrath.

“It won’t be that way with me, I promise.” Justice reached across the table and threaded his fingers through hers. “See how we fit together?”

Etta looked doubtful.

“Don’t give me an answer straight away, just think about it for a spell.”

“I will.”

Justice willed her to say “yes.” He wanted to wipe away all her terrible memories and insecurities, show her how wonderful lovemaking could be with a partner who cared for her, adored her.

***

Etta was distracted.

She should be perusing the menu, but she couldn’t even read the damn thing. Every time, she tried to concentrate, she remembered being on that countertop, spread open for him like dessert.

 For a minute, she was tempted to tell Justice to forget dinner and take her home, and they could eat afterward. Perversely, Etta wanted to draw this evening out, until she knew what her answer would be.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

But she hadn’t been on a date in so long, and this was so nice. She loved getting dressed up and sharing a meal with a man she liked and respected.

Perhaps more than liked.

Justice had been invading her thoughts lately. No, not invading, she liked thinking about him. Whenever an image of him popped into her head, Etta drifted, basking in a delicious kind of glow.

Okay, concentrate. Figure out something to eat, so you don’t look like an idiot.

According to a couple paragraphs on the back, all the vineyard fruits were utilized in the wine, not just grapes—blueberries, strawberries, peaches, and apples too. The wines had lethal names—Toxin, Venom, and Nightshade, among others.

 It made sense. Tennessee Ross, the proprietor, was rumored to be connected with the mafia.  How strange her life had become.

Ex-convicts, bikers, and mobsters, oh my! Well, if the trees outside grew hands and started slinging apples at them, she was so out of here, and Etta didn’t even have to click her heels to get home.

“Ma’am, do you know what you want to order? Or do you need a few more minutes?”

Etta glanced up to see the waiter standing with his pad at the ready.

“Oh, sure…” And she ordered the first thing, her gaze landed on. Fortunately, it was a strawberry and poppy seed chicken salad, and she loved those. They had a nice meal—dinner salads and a luscious apple pie for dessert. After she finished eating, Etta wiped her mouth and placed the napkin on the table.

“That was delicious. Thank you for takin’ me here.”

“You’re welcome.”

That’s when she noticed couples on the dance floor. The house band started playing the Tennessee Waltz. She looked at them longingly—men and women whirling around the dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. It looked so romantic.

 “You wanna take a spin around the joint?”

Etta didn’t even hesitate. She nodded, and he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.

“I ain’t the most coordinated dancer, but I can manage to stay off your toes.”

Etta grinned. “I’ll hold you to it.”

They swayed in each other’s arms. She relaxed and moved in time to the music. Justice was warm and strong, guiding her easily. Etta couldn’t stop thinking about how this night would end.

Maybe she should stop pushing Justice away. What if someone special doesn’t come along on your timetable? Perhaps it's kismet and these kinds of things can’t be controlled.

As fanciful as it sounded, Etta was beginning to suspect fate had placed Justice at her door that evening. 

Maybe this was the beginning of something special.

***

Ten watched from the corner of the room, like some dark shadow.

 His attention was unnerving, to say the least. Justice got the feeling he’d peaked the man’s interest which probably wouldn’t end well. Instead of worrying about the future or being stuck in the past, he lived in the moment for once.

She felt so damn right in his arms. Etta smelled of vanilla and the apples they’d just eaten. It was the best he’d felt all day. With her, he could let his guard down, be himself.

Justice wanted to be a better version of himself for her. Maybe it was time to make some changes in his life. She deserved someone who was whole, put together. Somebody who didn’t live in a shitty little trailer. A man who didn’t wake up, ringing with sweat after a nightmare.

Someone she could be proud of, rely on.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re more tight-lipped than usual. What’s goin’ on?”

“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said. Maybe it’s time to put all of this trauma behind me, and deal with it once and for all.”

Etta grasped his arms. “What a fantastic idea.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.  “Who are ya gonna talk to? I can get you a list of counselors from work.”

“Nah, I’m gonna take Trick up on his offer.”

“Who’s Trick?”

“We were in the Navy together, and he already knows most of the story, so I won’t be starting from square one. He used to be my commanding officer, and now he’s a Catholic priest.” 

Even when he’d made a report to his superiors, Justice had kept it clean and clinical. They knew all the facts, but nothing more. He’d kept the details limited, on purpose.

“Are you gonna tell me?” she asked. “Eventually, I mean.”

“Yes, I want you to know everythin’, and I want to know what happened to you, too.”

Etta clutched him tighter. “The thought scares me a bit, but I’d like that.”

“Me too.” Maybe the two of them could heal together. And then who knows where it might lead?

Etta stiffened in his embrace and inhaled sharply.

“Is somethin’ wrong?”

She didn’t answer him. Instead, Etta stared off into the distance, something had captured her attention around his shoulder.

He turned them both around so he could see. A man stood across the room, watching them. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his face was red, while hers had gone pallid.

“Etta, is that your ex?” He could think of no other plausible explanation.

All she could do was nod. Justice didn’t need any more information. He escorted her back to their table and then rolled up his sleeves.

“Wait here for me.”

She nodded but didn’t take her eyes off Grady.

Justice took off across the room and didn’t stop until he stood toe to toe with Grady. The man backed up a step but didn’t walk away.

“You must be Grady.”

He nodded. “And you are…?”

Justice smirked. “None of your goddamn business. Why don’t you do everyone a favor and back off? Etta clearly doesn’t want you around, and neither do I.”

“Hey, it’s a free country.” He shrugged. “And I’m just out for a stroll. I had no idea she’d be here tonight.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Grady had probably followed them here. “You’ve rubbernecked a spell, and now it’s time to be on your way.”

“Nah, the night is early. If you don’t mind, you’re blockin’ the view.”

And I’m one hundred percent done.

“I do mind, and there’s somethin’ else you should know. Consider Etta under my protection. Move on while you can.” Because he’d finish this the Four Horsemen way, which included a cozy grave for one in the Smoke desert.

 “Justice, we should leave.” Justice was so focused on Grady, he hadn’t heard Etta approach.

 “That’s his name…? Justice? You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. ” Grady looked him up and down. “This is the guy you’re spreadin’ your legs for?”

Something exploded in Justice. He grabbed Grady by the throat and pinned him against the wall, digging his fingertips in. Justice wanted to choke the life out of him.

Knowing this dickhead had terrorized Etta pushed him past the breaking point. Justice was bigger and stronger than Grady, and he could teach him what if felt like when someone larger hurt him.

Ten strolled over and stood at his elbow. He didn’t seem perturbed by the display, but his voice was low and urgent.

“Much as I’m enjoyin’ the little floor show you’re puttin’ on, this ain’t the time nor the place.” He glanced around the room full of wide-eyed diners. “I suggest you take this outside before you end up with a passel of witnesses at your assault trial.”

“Gladly.” He released the man’s throat, and grasped Grady by the wrist instead, and pulled it behind his back, before marching him out the door.

Etta tried to follow them, but Ten snagged her arm and shook his head.

“Stay with me for a bit, darlin’.”

It’s just as well. Justice didn’t want her to see what was about to happen.

Ten turned to the crowd. “Nothin’ to see here, folks. It’s all part of the show, and…”

Justice didn’t hear the rest as he sailed out the door, and he didn’t care what pretty lie Ten told them.

It’s payback time.

When they got outside, he dragged Grady into the orchard so they wouldn’t be observed, then shoved him, so he lost his balance, tripped and landed on the dirt.

 “It’s time you fought somebody who’s closer to your size. What do you think?”

 “Whoa, I didn’t come here for a fight.” Grady held up his hands, and then slowly got to his feet.

“Well, you got one anyway.” Justice stepped forward, but Grady backed off. “Are you some kind of coward?”

“I don’t want any part of this.”

“Too late to back off now.  Tell you what, I’ll give you the first punch.” Justice put up his dukes.

“You can’t be serious. She ain’t worth it.”

“Like you got any clue how much she’s really worth.” Justice lunged forward, and Grady retreated. “You enjoy slappin’ the ladies around, huh, Grady? Does it make you feel strong? Make you feel like a man?”

“Like I said, I’ve had enough for one night.” He brushed the dirt off his clothing and then lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around his face. “Unless you want to be slapped with an assault charge, you’ll back off.”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Justice clenched his jaw.

 He wanted to go a couple rounds with this guy, but Justice had never sucker punched anybody in his life. Grady didn’t enjoy a fair fight though. That’s why he relished beating up women. For all his tough guy bluster, he was a scaredy-cat. Grady would never take somebody head-on.

 “Justice, please…” Etta came skidding to a halt beside him. Evidently, she’d gotten away from Ten.

“Why don’t you head back inside, Etta? I got this.”

 “Justice, let him leave, please don’t do this.”

He made the mistake of looking at her. She was ringing her hands, and her lower lip trembled.

He caved immediately. Justice never wanted to upset her.

Dammit.

“Fine.” He spared a glance in Grady’s direction. “Get out of here, before I change my mind. And if you come anywhere near Etta again, we’ll finish this, once and for all, and the endin’ will be very different next time.”

 “Gladly.”  Grady stalked off, and a few seconds later, a truck started up. He screeched out of the driveway.

As he drove past them, Grady flicked his cigarette, and it landed in a pile of brush near them, which abruptly burst into flames.

Justice stomped it out with his boot. “I should’ve put that guy in the hospital.”

 “I’m glad you didn’t.” She sighed. “Besides, it’s all gonna work out.”

“Think so?”

Justice doubted it—Grady had a screw loose. Most men would’ve backed off immediately, but not Grady. He’d stood his ground, which meant he was determined. Whatever he had in mind for Etta would be awful. Justice could feel it. Once again, his instinct were shouting at him, and he’d be a fool not to listen.

“Yes.” But she didn’t look so sure.

He took her by the shoulders. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t. I’m just glad it’s over.”

For now anyway.

“Although, the way you pinned him up against the wall…?”

“Yeah?”

“Priceless! I wish I’d taken a picture.” Her eyes danced with glee.

Justice chuckled, despite himself. “Come on, I’ve had all the fun I can stand for one night. Let’s go.” He wrapped an arm around Etta, and they headed back to his Harley.

Maybe the bike ride would take the edge off of this fury.

Somehow, Justice doubted it.

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