Chapter Sixteen
Tierney
“I don’t want to leave.”
As soon as the words slipped past my lips, I wanted to shove them back into my mouth.
He didn’t deserve my words, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve my vulnerability. Last night, he kissed me like the world was ending. Today, he wouldn’t even look at me. The whiplash made me want to scream.
Plus, it hardly mattered. Achilles always had all the control in our relationship. If he decided something, I’d have to go along with it. Failure would be punishable by death.
Achilles didn’t acknowledge my words, reaching for the glove compartment and popping it open. He took out his sunglasses case, retrieved his shades, and put them on.
“Make sure you have a fake passport, a couple burners, and enough cash to last three months,” he said coolly.
“Don’t worry about me. Wherever I go, you won’t be able to get to me.” I gave him a saucy side-eye.
“Nowhere far enough in this galaxy that I wouldn’t be able to find you, Piccola Fiamma.” He floored the accelerator, wrist draped atop of the steering wheel in a stance I found distressingly sexy. “But Coppola will try to retaliate.”
“Against me? Why?”
“Because he knows what happened and probably reached the wrong conclusion that I care about you.”
“I’m a big girl.” I parked my sunglasses on my nose.
“Still a girl.” He flicked his signal and turned into my Hunts Point neighborhood. “This is a grown-up game. Just do as you’re told, Tierney.”
He was unbearable and for no good reason at all. Yesterday was good. Even healing in some way. He told me he’d forgiven me for what had happened between us. Sure, I was pretty certain he’d done that because he saw how torn up I was about things. But why was he like this right now?
“Did something happen between last night and today to make you this insufferable?”
“Yeah.” He smirked, giving me a mocking once-over. “I sobered up.”
My face flamed with heat, and I turned to my window.
Two more minutes and you’re out of his car and he’s out of your life.
Fuck this two-faced dipshit with his hot-and-cold games. I was happy I’d never see him again.
“What, no comeback?” he teased.
I didn’t answer, not trusting my voice not to break.
A few moments later, he parked in front of my building. I unclipped the seat belt, seizing my bag from between my feet.
“You’re welcome for the ride,” he had the audacity to say. But by this point, I’d regained my composure.
“Big of you.” I flashed him a careless smile, hopping out of the car and slamming the door shut. I propped a forearm against the open window. “Wish I could say the same about the rest of you.” I tilted my chin down to peer at him through the screen of my sunglasses, giving him a long, meaningful look.
“Thinking about my dick before we’ve even said goodbye.” He sprawled back, his phenomenal abs traceable even through his shirt. “Love that for you.”
“I hope I never see you again.”
“You’ll see me every time you close your eyes and touch your cunt for the rest of your life.”
“Only if you left me with an unfortunate souvenir.” I barked out a laugh. I didn’t really fear an STI, though. Achilles was hygienic to a point of sterility.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I came everywhere but inside that cunt of yours to make sure you don’t get pregnant.” He lowered his sunglasses a fraction, giving me a wink. “Couldn’t run the risk of siring a redheaded bastard.”
