Man, I wanted to find and shoot them again.
They hadn’t suffered enough.
I hated that they’d hid their pain. Hell, maybe I should’ve aimed for their?—
Ryo suddenly pulled me to a stop with his hand around my wrist, which he quickly released, and when I faced him, he asked, “What are you thinking?”
“About shooting your family again.”
His gaze softened. Hesitantly, since people were around, he reached out and brushed his fingers over the back of my hand.
“They received your message, and it was a pleasure to see you make them bleed for how they were to me. But they’re not important.”
No, you are.
I nodded. “All right, snook. I’ll try not to picture putting more holes into their bodies when I think they deserve nothing but death.”
His gentle smile had my heart skipping a beat. He started walking again, and I fell into step as he said, “Don’t you see? They’ll suffer more knowing I’m alive and happy and sleeping with the man who made them look like fools.”
“Yeah, I guess. I had Bradshaw search for information on them so I’d know why they wanted to see you, but he couldn’t find anything. Not in the time we had.”
“They just wanted me back home to use me again for either connections or business.” He tangled a finger with mine and tugged. “But that’s not something we need to worry about now, and I would prefer not to talk about them again.”
If he wanted to move on, then he got that.
“Sure, baby. They’re forgotten.”
We turned the hall to Ryo’s room and made it the rest of the way in silence. But I kept catching him glancing my way.
What was on his mind?
His cheeks pink, he caught my slow grin, which made him scowl.
“What’re you thinking, snook?”
“Nothing,” he snapped.
At his door, he pushed it wide and moved in. I went after him, since I’d follow my man anywhere, and I closed and locked the door before leaning against it.
Ryo spun around to face me. “I don’t understand whyyouwould care forme.”
“Snook—”
He shook his head and waved a hand around. “I don’t understand it,butI appreciate it, and—” He swallowed thickly. “—I love it.”
My body locked.
Did he just say…?
A blush coated his cheeks as he glared and said, “I loveyou.”
“Fuckin’ Christ. Again, please, snook,” I asked as I pushed off the door and stalked toward him.
He backed up until his legs were pressed against the mattress. He tipped his chin up and declared, “I love you.”
Cupping each side of his neck, I let out a pleased groan and touched my forehead to his, closing my eyes. “One more time.”
“Link—”
