Thinking about how good Cal’s nineteen-year-old sister smelled was bad for so many fucking reasons.
I was just here to get her contained so I could keep all his favorite people out of trouble. That wasit.
Ripping open the white slatted closet doors, I pulled out one of her pink suitcases. Making sure to grab the biggest size, I threw it on her bed and started emptying her drawers into it.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I glanced over my shoulder to see Naomi standing in the doorway to her room with her hands on her hips.
I rolled my eyes.
What did it look like I was doing?
What a stupid question.
People didn’t understand why I didn’t speak, but I never understood why people needed to speak so much. Not every thought you had needed to be an outside fucking thought. Sometimes, you would seem like less of an idiot if you kept your mouth shut.
Pretending she didn’t exist, I continued to fill her luggage with all her shit.
“Hey! I asked you a question, asshole! You can’t just come in here and start going through all my stuff!”
I almost laughed out loud.
I absolutelycoulddo that. I wasliterallydoing that right now.
“What’s going on up here?” Naomi’s friend appeared in the doorway, and I swallowed back a growl. She needed to get the fuck out of here.
I rounded on them and pointed at her friend, then jerked my thumb in the direction of the stairs, indicating that I wanted her to leave.
Naomi crossed her arms over her firm but supple chest and glared at me. I forced myself to keep my gaze trained on her face and not glance down.
She was always wearing these cute little floral sundresses, and it was honestly fucking indecent. I don’t know why Cal didn’t make her cover the fuck up.
If she wasmysister—Istopped that thought in its tracks and shook my head again. For some reason, it felt even more weird to think of Naomi as my sister. It made my stomach churn.
“You can’t order my friend to leave, Vox. This isn’t even your house!”
I rolled my eyes again and pulled my Beretta out of the holster under my hoodie. Without breaking eye contact with Naomi, I pointed the gun directly at her friend’s face. The girl screamed and bolted, scampering down the stairs as fast as her feet would carry her.
Naomi’s mouth dropped open, and I smirked at her, raising an eyebrow.
Your move, bumble bee.
“What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she screeched and threw herself at me. A silent chuckle bubbled up in my throat as she pounded her tiny fists into my chest. I allowed her to continue her adorable little attack while I stepped backward, laying my gun on her dresser.
With my hands now free, I wrapped my fingers around her upper arms, pushing her away from me as she continued to hit and kick at me, spitting and hissing like a feral cat.
I waited a few moments for her to calm down, but the longer I held her, the more angry she seemed to become.
“You fuckingpsycho vampire!You can’t come in here and point a gun at my friend! Wait until I tell Cal about this! You’re a fucking nutcase! Who do you think you are?”
And on and on and on she went.
After a few more minutes, I finally got sick of her shit and spun her around before slamming her back into me.
You want a vampire, little bee? I’ll give you a vampire.
I sank my teeth into the crook of her neck, biting down hard enough on her soft flesh that she squeaked in surprise.
She froze, then kind of went… limp, like a kitten that had just been grabbed by the scruff of her neck.
