Calypso

Nico

My thoughts splintered in two different directions, getting to Fitz's place so we could finally get our hands on Cillian, and the woman sitting silently next to me, eyes fixated outside the window in the spacious Cadillac truck we occupied. The streets lining the small town Bryn Mawr, located right outside of Philly, was quieter than the bustling streets of Miami. Historic structures blended with more modern designs. It was a quaint little town, one that Fitz's was drawn to because of the quiet; the normalcy. As soon as we landed, Fitz had a car waiting with security detail to take us to his home.

Conversation was nearly non existent on the plane. I had brought along a few of my men with us, and though they were lively, I couldn't help but notice how silent Nova was. What I wanted was some alone time with her so we could talk, so I could get into that pretty little head of hers. I was usually more assertive than this. I went after what I wanted, no matter what it was, but in this situation I found myself second guessing myself. Nova was nothing like the women I've been with in the past. This was different, and I knew it, could feel it. What I didn't know is whether she did too, and that made me hesitant to make any moves. She may have kissed me, but she was still holding back, and I wasn't sure what to make it.

I never thought I would see her again. Elio always spoke highly of his daughter. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't blood, she was family, and that was evident whenever he mentioned her. I always wondered if Elio knew how I felt about Nova. If he would have approved of me being with her. Deep down, a part of me was angry that we had separated before we ever had a chance. It was a little dull after she practically disappeared from my life. I had moved on, trained under my father and Elio, even bedded women. I lived my life, but she was always there, a permanent imprint on my mind, forever lodged in my memory. But this life was a dangerous one, and Nova was my ultimate weakness. With that kind of information, the enemy wouldn't hesitate to strike in a bid to use her to get to me. I didn't know we both had reasons for not being in each other's lives. She became an assassin, her father's right hand. She's not a defenseless pawn, but a woman who could take care of herself. She was just as dangerous as me. And that only turned me on more.

I wanted Nova.

I wanted to kiss her again.

I wanted to finally explore the curvy body that never strayed from my thoughts. In the days and weeks after that kiss, one of my main recurring thoughts was that I had to make sure it happened again. But I didn't push, even as every cell in my body itched to do so. I saw the passion in her brown gaze before she surprised me and pulled me in for the kiss. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I could feel it in how her supple body molded into mine. But somehow, that passion had dimmed, and we had avoided each other. I didn't want to avoid her, or this attraction anymore. This had been brewing since we were teens, and it was past time we explored the undeniable chemistry between us. I remembered the conversation Fitz and I had after he walked in on our not so private kiss.

I watched as Nova walked away, the sway of her hips drawing my attention until I heard the knowing chuckle behind me. I sighed, mentally chastising myself for not making a move upstairs, away from possible prying eyes. "Just working together, huh?" Fitz joked teasingly.

I only shifted my head sideways to acknowledge him. "How's your guy?" I asked instead of responding to him. Not that I had a response.

"He'll be okay." He answered. "Ready to admit you have feelings for her? Because the way you were sucking her face-"

"Fitz." I warned, but that only made the bastard laugh louder.

"Growl all you want, but you want her." He said, compelling me to turn and face him.

"And?" I retorted.

"And? What are you going to do about it?" He questioned with a pointed look before whistling as he sauntered away.