But apparently, that’s exactly what’s about to happen.
* * *
I take the stairs two at a time, aiming for the next floor, when I hear the stairwell door open and slam shut behind me.
I’m about to take the exit when I hear it lock with a mechanicalclick.
Mother fucker.
I whirl around, storming back up the stairs in a fury.
Hamilton is standing there, looking far too pleased with himself as he tucks his phone back into his suit pocket.
“You locked the exits?” I snap.
He raises one eyebrow. “Security override. Didn’t want you wandering off before we had our… chat.”
“Unlock it. Now,” I growl.
“No.” He smirks.
I’m trapped in this concrete stairwell. Just me and the pig who’s destroying everything my pack holds sacred.
I back up against the wall because I need space between us before I do something stupid.
Like claw his smug face.
Or worse.
“What do you want, Hamilton?” I snarl, my voice bouncing off the walls.
“Clarity,” he says, taking a step closer.
His scent fills the enclosed space—expensive, woodsy, and infuriatingly appealing.
“I want to understand what game you’re playing with my brother.”
“No game. Just trying to save my pack’s home from being turned into a playground for the rich.”
“By sleeping with the architect?” His eyebrow arches in perfect condescension. “Interesting strategy.”
“Fuck you.” The words come out as a growl, low and dangerous.
“Such eloquence.” He takes another step.
Now we’re close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his massive frame. Hamilton’s always been the biggest of the brothers—thicker, stronger, more dominant.
“Did you think getting Percy to redesign a few buildings would stop this development? Or were you just gathering intelligence between the sheets?”
My hand moves before I can think, lashing out to slap that smug look off his face. But Hamilton is faster than he looks. His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping the blow midair. His grip is like iron, firm enough to restrain, but not enough to hurt.
“Careful,” he warns, voice dropping an octave. “Assaulting a Porkwell in his own building would give me every reason to call security.”
“Let. Go.” I twist my wrist, but he holds tight.
“Not until you tell me what you’re really after.”
"Is it so hard to believe I actually just wanted to fuck him?"
