He tosses a folded shirt at my chest and climbs into bed without waiting. He’s out almost the same second his head hits the pillow, like a toddler exhausted after a full day.
I change into the spunk-free t-shirt and climb into bed beside Brody. In the darkness, I try to calm myself down enough to rest.
Looks like I’m getting out of here after all.
And the timing couldn’t be better.
Obviously, I’m going insane.
Again, I just got to third base with mykidnapper, and I enjoyed every second.
Chapter 19
Brody
I awaken, fully alert, after the deepest rest I can recall in recent memory.
Frozen stiff, lying on my side, I strain my ears and pick up the early morning cries of vultures and the soft, slumbering breaths of Trinity, who’s still asleep beside me.
My mind races back to last night.
I was stupid to climb into bed with my enemy. Reckless.
I should have left it alone after she fought me off, but Trinity’s defiance only allured me more.
I’m ashamed to say that pushing past her boundaries last night was worth it.
She gave me a divine hand job.
This woman is something else.
For a few moments, I just watch her sleeping face.
Trinity Gallagher was just a regular college student on her way to living a normal life. Not a mafia princess. Not a spy or an enemy or anything else.
Guilt pinches my stomach, leeching like poison through my system.
Trinity suffering because of the feud between the Port Kings and the NYC Kings hardly seems fair.
Enough.My father’s steely voice reverberates through my mind.Empathy is weakness.
I can’t go easy on this girl just because she’s got a magical left hand.
To be honest, I’m really pissed she got me off but didn’t come herself.
She might deny it once she wakes up, but I know a power play when I see one. She resisted me, all the way to the end.
Going forward, that will stop if I have anything to say about it.
I rise from the mattress. Trinity doesn’t stir until I’m on my feet and peering down at her.
Her eyelids peel back and then she blinks at me, her green eyes hazy with slumber.
While witnessing her come back to life, my stomach clenches with hunger pains so sharp, I’m sure my body will eat itself. “Hey.” I snap my fingers in her face. “In the next ten minutes, you and I are going downstairs.”
She groans and pulls the duvet over her head. “Don’t you know how to sleep in?”
I ignore her and beeline for the en suite bathroom.
