As if he hadn’t just considered killing his own sister.
“Fuckingpsycho,” I mutter, rubbing my neck as I follow him out, only to see Nik, dressed in a sharp, grey suit, watching my brother as closely as I am.
When my brother disappears around a corner, Nik looks at me, at the place where I hold my hand to my sore neck.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asks with the calm façade of a coiled snake.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Bullshit.”
I shake my head. “That was my brother.”
“I’m aware.” His words are clipped, rage simmering just below the surface. “What. Happened.”
“It doesn’tmatter, does it?” I raise my voice at him. “Youjust walked away.Youjust made it clear that whatever happened between us doesn’t mean anything. Why are you even back down here?”
I push past him and head to the elevator, pressing the button angrily and repeatedly until his big hand covers mine. He’s at my back, reaching around me. Damn him for making me feel like I might melt every time he comes close.
“Get. Away,” I growl. “I’m serious. You made your choice.”
A heartbeat.
Then, a menacing whisper in my ear. “You remember what I said before? That I would kill anyone who touches you? The promise still stands. Forever.”
Then his heat is gone, and he’s striding in the direction my brother just went.
I manage to hold back the tears until I’m safely alone in the room.
29
NIK
There’sa multi-family negotiation on the table, and I absolutely have to pay attention. No more staring at Leanna like I did yesterday.
Easier said than done.
Especially when she’s wearing a cream-colored suit cut to show every perfect curve today, as if that weren’t enough, underneath is a lacy, see-through corset that leaves very little to the imagination.
And the gold shoes. Those fucking gold spike heels.
I want to fuck her in nothing but those shoes.
No. Stop.
I can’t fuck her.
Not again.
I need to keep my hands to myself, my dick in my pants, my eyes on the deal.
So I drag my gaze away from her and focus on her brothers.
The saner one at least pretends to care about the negotiations.
The other, the crazy one? He wears a look I’ve only seen on men about to do something catastrophically stupid. His eyes stay locked on his sister, the same one he tried to choke out this morning, as if she were prey.
A flash of fury spikes in me.
