“Fucking psycho,” he seethes.
I get up. “I want to help.”
“Not now, princess,” he snaps, and I grab my sweater off the floor.
“Don’t take that tone with me, and don’t even think about stopping me from coming today,” I add, sliding the sweater down over my head. “I’ll expect a call later.”
I curl my hand around the door handle when he sidles up behind me, pulling me back into his warm body. “I’m leaving Galen here with you today. He’ll keep you safe.”
I twist around in his arms, scowling. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I showed my cards, babe. And I don’t trust him not to try and take you, purely to spite me. I’m not leaving you unprotected. I don’t have time to argue about this.”
“Can’t you leave Caz? Galen will just piss me off and get on my nerves all day.”
The asshole grins. “Don’t pretend that you don’t love that shit, and you can’t have Caz. I need him.”
“Fine. I’ll agree to it on one condition—you let me come today.”
He closes his eyes for a second, exhaling heavy. “Do you ever give in?”
“Nope.” I smile sweetly at him. “And you can lie all you want, but I know you like me like this.”
“Must enjoy torturing myself,” he murmurs, and I swat at his chest before pushing him away. “Go get dressed before that bastard comes back.”
He grabs my head, pulling my face to his and slamming his lips down on mine, morning breath be damned. The kiss is brief, but it still leaves me swaying on my feet. “Go. I’ll see you later.”
I fling myself at him, hugging him quickly. “Be safe.” He shoots me one of his irritating amused looks, and I’m back to wanting to slap the shit out of him again, so I leave before I punch the cocky jerk.
I don’t know what type of instructions Saint gave Galen, but the annoying douche drags me to the basement and forces me to sit throughThe Fast and the Furiousfranchise. It’s not much of a punishment, because, come on, the eye candy is to die for, but I don’t admit that because I enjoy winding Galen up too much.
Especially since he appears to have regressed, and he’s back to hating me with his usual intensity.
But I get it now.
He thinks I’ve betrayed them. I consider telling him the truth, to clear the air, but it’ll only make things worse because he’ll be even more pissed with me then. Somehow, I don’t think Galen will be as forgiving as Saint. So, I say nothing, content to let Saint fill him in later.
He watches his cell as often as I watch mine, and we share matching scowls. “What did Saint tell you before he left?” I ask for the umpteenth time.
He tweaks the peaks of his faux hawk, looking like he’s ready to throttle me. “I already told you.”
“He must’ve said more than that.”
He grits his teeth, glaring at me. “I spoke to him for thirty seconds. Guard the princess with your life is all he said. Now, quit whining because that shit’s never attractive.”
“So, he didn’t say you were to bring me when you were leaving?” I thought it was agreed, and if he reneges, I’ll swing for him.
“Ugh.” He buries his head in his hands. “Someone, please save me.”
A deep chuckle breaks out behind us, and we both whip our heads around. “Sir Caz to the rescue.” Caz bows, sweeping his arm out in a flourish as he smirks.
I jump over the back of the couch, catapulting into his arms. “Thank fuck, you’re here. Galen wouldn’t shut up. My ears are hurting.”
Galen gives me the evil eye before turning it on his buddy. “A call would’ve been nice.” He slaps Caz on the back.
“We were fucking busy.”
“I’m a part of this too. Not some fucking glorified pussysitter.”
