“Fine,” I grit, stalking to the fridge before I yank out the pack of steaks I bought yesterday. I don’t let my relief show as she eases onto the chair and crosses her legs. She looks out of place at the old table, but as she leans back and lets her guard down, I can’t imagine her anywhere else.
I grab a cast-iron skillet and a cutting board. I’m rarely home, but I ran to the grocery store yesterday while Addison slept. I still have to stock up on things she would like, but what I bought should hold us over for a few days.
I grab some potatoes before opening the fridge again. “Broccoli or asparagus?”
Addison frowns. “Broccoli.”
I nod, pulling out everything I need before washing the potatoes and dicing them. “Questions. Go.”
She thrums her fingers on her knee. “Where am I?”
“Columbus, Ohio.”
When I glance over at her, her eyes narrow. “You know what I mean, Rowan. Where am I?”
I sigh, going back to cutting ingredients. “Columbus, Ohio. We’re twenty minutes from the city limits, and this is a compound that houses the Midwestern syndicate, an organization of assassins who take hits for money. I’m the leader, and this is my home. Would you like the exact coordinates?”
I smirk, but my joke falls flat as Addison nods. “Funny.” She gives me a tight smile that looks far more malicious than it should.
I roll my lips in, biting my tongue. “Next question.”
“Where’s Loxley?”
I motion to the window by the door with my chin. “The cottage to the left. It’s hard to see it from here, but that’s where she lives with my brother.”
Her eyes follow the direction I’m pointing as her hand grips her knee. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, and I’m jealous. I can still remember the taste of her. It lingers on my tongue, taunting me in my wildest dreams.
“Does she know I’m here?” She asks quietly.
My hands stop before I resume cutting. “No.”
Her eyes flicker to me, and I can feel her stare biting into the side of my face. “Why not?”
“Because she thinks you’re missing.”
There’s a pause in the air before a bitter chuckle leaves her. “I guess I am, huh?”
I set my knife down before dumping the potatoes into a bowl. “I’m not the enemy, Sunshine.”
She hums, the sound condescending. “Then what are you? My knight in shining armor? I watched you kill people, and then you did unspeakable things to me against my will!”
I turn to her, my jaw working. Maybe it’s childish of me, but she brings out something in me I can’t place. I’ve never been this worked up and fucking horny in my whole life.
I motion to my mouth with a hand, my eyes narrowing on her in a taunting manner. “And you came all over my face and cock. Keep running that fucking mouth, and I’ll fill it until your jaw is too sore to keep up with your attitude.”
The apples of her cheeks turn a pretty red shade that travels down her chest. Her brow furrows, but her lips move without sound until she can finally gather the venom she needs. “It wasn’t even that good! Oh, go fuck yourself!”
I take a cocky stance, my eyes half-lidded as my gaze burns into her. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To watch me fuck myself to the thought of you? Just say the words, Sunshine, and I’ll show you what you do to me.”
She’s speechless. Her mouth hangs open as her beautiful eyes widen. I tilt my head, giving her a warning look before her lips clamp shut and she shifts in her seat.
Not good, my ass.
She’s probably soaked right now.
She crosses her arms over her chest, clearing her throat. “Next question—”
“You never thanked me.”
