I’m fed up with all the bullshit testosterone smothering the air around me. Getting up, I walk across the room, gesturing toward the exit. “Yes, I slept with him. A year ago. He was a guy I met at a club on one of the worst days of my life. I didn’t know who he was then. Jax just fucked me on the coffee table in front of you. He fucked me a few days ago. You’ve had your tongue up my pussy, and Rafe took my virginity. Can we please move on from my sex life and get to the more important issues at hand? If not, then get the hell out.”
Jax whistles through his teeth. “Damn, woman.”
I point a finger at him. “Shut up. I mean it. I’ve had a shit week and I’m tired. I also need to check on Sarah.”
Keane’s head swivels around the room like he expects her to pop up out of nowhere. “She’s supposed to be at the safehouse with Meribella.”
Both he and Jax take out their phones, typing away furiously. They won’t be able to get in touch with the two men that were guarding them because they’re dead.
Liam props a leg up on the coffee table, absentmindedly tapping his gun against his thigh. “Sarah is perfectly safe,” he assures them. “Can’t say as much for the nanny.”
I expect Keane to lose his shit once again, but he only raises an eyebrow at Liam.
“She confessed that she was Rossi’s mistress.”
So, my gut instinct was right. I may also have thrown up a little inside my mouth.
“Rafael killed her,” Liam adds.
What?
Keane sits forward, rage rising hot and fast. “Where is that duplicitous cocksucker?”
I’m still upset with Rafe, but I jump in and defend him regardless. “Rafe had the balls to do what no one else would. He got me out. He wasn’t going to stand by with his finger shoved up his ass and wait around for me to be handed over to Alejandro.”
Time ran out. The dinner party was about to happen. Julio and Alejandro were on their way. Rafe and Declan’s men made their move just in time, and as much as I hate how he did it, Rafe saved me.
“I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
I scoff at Keane’s hubris. “Do you know what Max did to him?”
That catches both Keane and Jax off guard. Did every person in that house turn a blind eye to what Max was doing? It shattered me when Rafe told me what happened the last night we were together. The torture he endured. For me. The decisions he was forced to make because he felt like he had no other choice.
“What are you talking about?”
The fact that Keane asks just makes me angrier.
“What the hell happened? What are you talking about?” I mock in a deep voice. “Do you know how many times you’ve asked those same questions?”
I pretend to count on my fingers, one by one, making a big show of it, then end it with a middle finger to give him a big fuck you. My theatrics are not appreciated.
“For someone who goes on and on about loyalty, you’re a shit friend,” I tell him. “But understand this. Rafe is under Declan’s protection. And mine. Touch a hair on his head and I will gut you with Jax’s knife.”
Keane rises slowly from the chair so he can look down at me. It’s a show of dominance. That between the two of us, he’s the one with the power.
“You threatening me, Tinker Bell?”
I shove myself into Keane’s personal space until our bodies are scant inches apart. “Damn right I am!”
His scent enraptures me. Being this close to him was a mistake. I take a small step back. The delicious curve of his lips lets me know he notices.
“It’s nice to know you still care,mi rosa.”
“Rafe, for fuck’s sake,” I say, irritated that he’s insinuating himself into my argument with Keane.
There’s a clearing of a throat and I pause. Rafe isn’t alone. Next to him are Declan, Tessa, and several heavily armed men.
“What happened to his shirt?” Tessa inquires, her smile huge as she looks at Jax wide-eyed and pointing a fake accusatory finger at his bare chest.
