“Watch it, Avidya,” Cody spoke, spraying spit from his mouth in the process.
“Don’t you dare,” Zachariah said, glaring at my father. “There is nothing else I can do; therefore, you do not need to be here. We are done. Shemoli, please take out the garbage.”
The man gave out one last nod before quickly grabbing Cody around his chubby neck from behind, forcing him from the room. He protested all the way out the door.
I turned my attention to the man, meeting his heated gaze. My eyes widened at the look, as I expected a look that was . . . . well, not hot with passion.
In the next breath, his lips crashed to mine and his hands pushed me into him. The kiss was rougher than the previous ones that we’ve had as his tongue instantly searched out, asking for entrance. I gave in, letting him take total control as our breaths grew ragged.
My eyes slid closed as I felt his hardness underneath me. My core grew warm, demanding attention.
A cough made us break apart and he shot a hot melting glare to the one that dared to interrupt us. I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, letting my head fall against his shoulder, my body shaking. Out of all places to get caught making out, it had to be here in the worst place possible.
“What?” Zachariah barked out.
“Sorry to interrupt,” a man replied, his voice quiet but yet loud enough to carry around the room. “Thedirtthat caused a mess this morning. . .”
Was it a normal occurrence for Zachariah to be here with a woman on his lap? No one really seemed all that surprised. Or was it justmethat they weren’t surprised about?
“Fine,” the man grunted out, shifting underneath me. I giggled again, pressing a light kiss to the side of his neck in the process. He froze under me before relaxing. “Avidya,” he whispered in a half grunt. I took that for him liking what I did, but let my head fall back to his shoulder.
“Why did three of my girls die when I was out?” Zachariah asked, holding me tightly to him as he addressed the man. My face was pressed against his shoulder, causing me to not be able to see who it was that was dragged into the room.
“It was an accident,” the man answered with a high-pitched voice, clearly fidgeting.
“It was not just anaccident,” Zachariah stated, his voice hardening and darkening. “Gem, Sal, take this rat to the trap. Death would be too kind.”
“Please. It’s won’t happen again,” the man begged, pleading for his life.
“Or throw him to the dogs. They’d love to tear into him,” Zachariah said, his posture relaxing. He seemed as if he didn’t care about the man’s well-being.
Within seconds, the man was dragged away, crying and begging for anything else as a punishment. I wasn’t sure what to make of it all.
Zachariah was a deadly man, so why didn’t he just kill the man right here?
“Why didn’t you just kill him?” I asked, my voice muffled against his shoulder.
“Because you are already on edge,” was his answer. “I don’t want to push you over the edge. He’ll get death, but it’ll be a slow one.”
“Do you always draw out . . . .” I didn’t want to say death, as it didn’t’ feel right.
“Sometimes,” Zachariah answered. “Sometimes I make it quick if I’m in the mood. People fear me for a reason, Avidya.”
“I don’t fear you,” I said, lifting my head to meet his. Fear for him was the farthest thing I felt.
“I know,” he said, giving me a wide grin that transferred his no-nonsense face to one of relaxation. “You trust me more than you should.”
