And then I close my eyes, press the phone to my chest, and whisper to myself, “What the hell are you doing, Cece?”
Chapter Sixteen-Atlas
I shower fast.
Because if I join her—if I let myself so much as look at Cecilia right now—I know I won’t be able to do what needs to be done.
And what needs to be done is justice.
Okay fine. It’s more like just punishment.
Her guards? They work for me. Were appointed by me. And what were they doing?
Ogling my woman like they had any fucking right.
Yeah, maybe I’m a little unhinged where she’s concerned—more like completely fucking gone—but whatever.
This is not something I can simply let go.
My thoughts flick back to her.
Cecilia.
My kardhoúla.
The flash of her skin.
The curve of that defiant mouth.
The breathy little moans in my ear—fuck, now I’m hard for her, and yes, I’m ready to burn the world to ash just to make sure no one else even thinks about touching her.
I’m not used to this.
This need.
This rage.
But I’m not running from it either.
As soon as I towel off, I pull on a black shirt and tactical pants.
My number one—Michail—has already rounded up the three men who had the privilege of guarding my woman today.
The fuckers who didn’t just fail at their job.
They broke a rule I never even had to say aloud before today.
You don’t look at what’s mine.
You sure as fuck don’t talk about her.
And if you even think about her like that?
You die.
It’s just that simple.
They’re waiting for me in the training compound behind the house.
