Though, as infuriating as his presence is, I can’t help but be relieved he’s still amongst the land of the living. If anything, I’d be the one to end him, and I can’t. Don’t ever see myself doing it, either, if I’m being honest.
Pretty Boy still has a hold on me, which is the most fucked-up part about all this. Nessa set Levi up, and I blew her out of this world without a second thought, without any guilt residing in my head.
But this motherfucker still lives rent-free there, and I have one fuck that’s his.
“Cairo know you’re here?” I inquire with a quirked eyebrow.
Torin only bows his head before Muncy’s boots stomp heatedly against the tiled floors, hinting he didn’t get good news from Daddy Wildes.
“Move,” he clips out at Torin. His keys rattle angrily in the air as one enters the lock of my cell and turns with a pissed-off welcome. “Get the fuck out of my jail.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
If I don’t move out of here, Torin will make a scene. I’m not sure how much of one he’ll need to make with his injuries, but I don’t want to be away from Ellie and Mae for too much longer.
I also don’t want Levi to come out of hiding to get me out or start worrying himself to death.
Waltzing out of my cell, Muncy steps in front of me right as I’m about to pass. The softness of his belly presses into me, pushing my body into the bars.
“Don’t think…that because yourdaddyhas some pull, I’m not going to get you one day,” he warns through his yellow-stained teeth. “I got you, girl.”
“You got a bullet,” Torin bawls with a sneer, stepping forward with a limp and glowering at Muncy. “Get. The fuck. Away. From her.Now.”
Muncy returns his scowl but doesn’t follow his angered command. “You’re next, Wildes. I’ve had enough of your little bitch-ass roaming around here.”
“And your fat ass is on borrowed time.”
He scoffs. “We’ll see about that.”
“I told you to get the fuck away from her,” Torin grinds out through clenched teeth. “Don’t make me say it again.”
“Orwhat?” Muncy challenges. “You aren’t shit?—”
Pretty Boy snaps his fingers, and both dogs growl in tandem, causing Muncy to finally recede and give me my space back.
Meanwhile, I’m out.
I’m practically halfway out the door when I hear Torin say something and the jiggling of collars commences, hinting the dogs are following an order he just gave out.
Kona and Koda pace out in front of me before both of their fuzzy asses plop down in front of the door.
Guardingit.
Bitch-ass.
“Torin,” I warn without looking back. “Movethem.”
“I will,” he replies easily from behind. “Let them do their job.”
“Byblockingthe door?”
“That’s what I asked them to do.” The mix of cedar and melons fills my nostrils, and he’s close.
Soclose my heart slows, not able to operate properly because of thatonetime. Those hearty threats I tossed as quickly as he threw them. Proving that Torin Wildes doesnotfuck around.
With anyone.
Even me.
