Page 307 of Worst Behavior


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Ozzy is released, but the pen is taken away, and he looks as though someone stole his favorite toy, and he’s already plotting revenge.

The men file out, slamming the door behind them, followed by a daunting click of a lock.

I would say I’m anxious as hell, but with Ozzy in the room, I don’t feel so lost and alone.

“Are you hurt?” I ask, still staring at the door and wondering when they’re going to come back. “How did you?—”

The first thing I notice is my head snapping back before I register fingers laced through my hair.

A large palm cradles the back of my skull before I’m realigned with Ozzy’s dark blue eyes and a glare that puts Torin’s and Cairo’s to shame.

“I saidleave,” he clips out as a muscle tics once along his jawline. However, I can’t seem to be a bit regretful of what I’ve already done and decided to do.

“I wasn’t leaving you,” I mutter softly, receiving a tighter tug along the roots of my hair. “And that’s final, Oz.”

“Iasked.”

“I answered.”

His nostrils flare, and poor thing, he’s really not used to me like that.

I almost feel sorry.

“If you haven’t caught on,” I manage, trying not to wince at the flinching of his fingers only tugging more of my hair, “I don’t take orders very well. And I don’t leave people I like behind.”

He doesn’t respond.

His breathing is erratic.

His chest falls and heaves in short, uneven breaths as he continues to hold me like he’s always held me with no problem.

But he hasn’t.

Only the one time when he carried me.

Every other time, it’s been short and innocent brushes and palm kisses.

Nothing like this.

And I can’t say I don’t like it.

I also can’t truthfully acknowledge I’m not enjoying it either, despite where we are and what we’re about to face.

“There’s no me,” I say simply. “Without you. We’re a team?—”

“We’renot,” he shoots back. “We’re not ateam.”

Two sentences.

We’re getting somewhere.

“We’re married.”

“So?”

Mindlessly, one of my eyebrows quirks, but I’m not offended.

Shit, I didn’t even want to be married, let alone with a guy I didn’t know with the number of what-ifs and problems I had.