He was a kid when she was gone.
We were barely more than that the first day we met.
But I can’t check in with my brother, run business with my brother, have my brother look over my shoulder like he always does, because of Storm.
His pulse beats evenly beneath my palm.
If he’s frightened, even his body doesn’t show it.
How can you be so good at faking it?
I want to scream at him. I’m that good, too, but it took me years to get here. Too many because even now, I want to carve Lele’s name into his chest and leave his corpse to rot.
“Do what you want with me,” he says calmly.
There’s more laughter outside the closed door. We’re being circled by wolves or hyenas one; either way, I’ll put them down.
“But you better do it quick.”
“Do you know who it is?” I ask, jerking my chin toward the outside. I don’t know what he can see, but he knows what I’m asking all the same.
“I don’t need groupies.”
I press the tip harder against his flesh. He lifts his chin, his head to the door now, and I feel satisfaction and bloodlust well up inside my veins. “You might when I’m done with you.” I keep my voice a low whisper. “Who else is going to take care of you?”
His pulse is hammering hard now and satisfaction makes my chest swell. “Why do you want to kill me?” he asks quietly.
“You fucked with my?—”
The thud against the door interrupts my anger-fueled answer. I flinch and waver, but Storm doesn’t. His hand comes to my wrist, the one holding the knife, and he pushes my arm back, his other hand on my throat as he forces me to the opposite wall. He shoves me against it and pins my arms to it, too, his fingers tight on my bones in my wrist and my throat. With my free hand I grab a fistful of his shirt. It’s too soft; expensive. I want to strangle him with it.
But quicker than I expect, he yanks on my wrist and spins me, pinning me to the wall with his body at my back, my cheek pressed to cold concrete, the knife loosening from my grip because he’s holding my bones too tight, just like he did in the woods.
His cocks is against my back and this time, I’m not uncertain.
He’s hard.
And it makes my blood grow too hot.
He twists his hold on my wrist and the knife falls noisily to the floor. He plants one hand on the other side of my head, caging me in, and he leans his body weight against me.
“I didn’t know who the fuck you were until you followed me in the mountains. I didn’t fuck withanything.”His voice is harsh and I can tell beneath the low tone, he’s fucking pissed.
Welcome to the club, pretty boy.
That makes two of us.
The thud at the door hammers again, but this time, neither of us react. Not even when a shot of wicked laughter sounds outside of it.
“You messed up my brother.” The words come up like knives scraping against my throat. I close my eyes tight. Let him see my pain. Let him hear it. When he folds, I’ll use it to fuck him up. “Youmessed him up!”
He doesn’t release me but he doesn’t say anything for a moment either. I don’t know if he’s surprised or playing thesame game I’m playing. He arches forward, his erection driving into my spine. “I don’t know your brother, but if there’s someone in your family I want to fuck up,” his mouth brushes my ear. “It’s your uncle.”
I frown in the dark.What?There’s a connection between his family and Lynx, sure, but that’s with his parents, and as far as I know, they do mercenary work together.
But if what Berlin said was true, there’s more questions than answers. How close are they? And doeseveryonehate Lynx? Why?
“In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the person trying to get to us through that door right now was sent here by Lynx Flynn himself.”
