I get close and whisper in her ear, “We’re leaving.”
I don’t know if it’s the tone or my proximity, but she tenses. Knowing her, she barely restrains herself as well. She’s bound to explode. Good, because so am I.
I tap my foot, getting more impatient by the second. Damn, the angry gaze she’s giving me is rather hot, but likely not what she aims for.
Yet, she doesn’t move or speak.
“Five minutes. Lose him, or I’ll get rid of him.”
I am not bluffing. In my world, my word is taken seriously. I never back down from it. I don’t even care that he’s an innocent bystander.
“Excuse me for one moment,” she tells him sweetly.
That sweet voice alone would have signed his death certificate.
She drags me down the long hallway toward her dressing room and closes the door behind her. Her breath rushes out in deep pants.
“What do you want?” She grits out as if mad for having to talk to me.
“Talking to me would be a start.” My voice sounds composed, controlled, everything I am not.
She waves a hand through the air as if cutting me off. “There’s nothing to talk about. We’re done.”
That word detonates in my ears, leaving destruction behind. No wonder my brain stopped functioning.
I back her against the door, bracing my palms on each side of her face.
Her breath hitches as she blinks at me.
I close my eyes, knowing that if I kiss her now, everything will change. Fuck it, I am about to devour her mouth when she pushes at my chest, unbalancing me.
She shakes her head at me, pain shining in her eyes. “I’ll be out of your way soon.”
Torn apart, I shove my hands in my pockets. “I’ve heard you’ll leave me.”
“You left me first,” she whispers and slips through the door, leaving me behind.
Pulling my elbow back, I thrust my fist into the wall by the door hard enough to splinter my knuckles. But the pain anchors me, and fixing my suit, I get ready to drag her away if I must.
I search for her, but don’t find her anywhere.
Calling her personal guard, Kirill picks up right away.
“Where is she?”
“She’s heading to Debauchery.” He clears his throat, pausing before he says, “With Tristan.”
With that vermin? You want to play, baby girl? Let me show you the rules first.
“Would you like me to take care of him, boss?” Kirill asks.
Not killing that asshole becomes increasingly hard.
“No, make sure nothing happens to her. I’ll be there in a few.”
“Got it, boss.”
I hang up, body pulled taut like a rubber band ready to snap.
