My lips curl as I glance at her back. “We’ll see.” I grab the knob, only to pause and add, “But feel free to watch, Ms. Bianchi. It’ll give you an idea of what’s to come.”
She spins toward me. “Watch? Watch what?”
I simply wink at her.
Then leave the room—without closing the door—and head straight for Johan.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LARK
My head is whirring.
My vision is… isdarkening.
And my lips are parted.
Because I have no idea what Lazarus Ferraro is talking about.
I understood his “rules.” Scoffed at his commentary aboutbegging.
But now, I’m… I’m confused by his parting words.
Watch what?The thought echoes in my head, rivaling what I said aloud.
Naturally, he didn’t respond. And he didn’t close the door either.
I stalk forward, determined to slam it shut, mostly to punctuate the finality of the moment. However, I find myself grasping the wood instead and hanging on as Lazarus yanks Johan out of his chair with his grip around his throat.
What the fuck? Is he punishing him for…?My thought trails off as he pulls Johan into a kiss.
A wild, hungry,furiouskiss. The kind only two alpha males can enjoy. Because it’s virile. Masculine.Violent.
Johan tries to shove him back, but Lazarus’s grip on his throat is unbreakable.
He’ssqueezing.
Is he going to kill him?I wonder, my heart suddenly in my throat.
Lazarus is a cold-blooded murderer. A calculating mastermind. An intimidating masterpiece of exquisite art.
Okay, that last part is my assessment.
The other two descriptions are tied to his reputation. A reputation I seem to be witnessing in real time as he walks Johan backward into a nearby sofa and pushes him down.
He has my gun,I think.I… I never saw it again. What if he pulls it out and?—
“Coffee?” Noah asks casually, joining me in the doorway with a cup of… ofcoffee.
I gape at him. “Are you crazy?”
He seems to consider my question for a moment before shrugging. “Crazyjust feels… inadequate. I preferpsychotic.”
A growl rips through the cabin before I reply to that asinine comment, the source of it seeming to be Johan. “Fucking prick,” he snarls.
“You like it,” Lazarus replies, lying down on top of Johan. “Now shut up and take it.”
My eyes widen as Johan flips Lazarus off of him and onto the floor, the move impossibly fast and resulting in a snarl from the mafia don.
