And I couldn’t help but giggle softly.
Because the nose twitch looked just like something I used to dream up for Twinkle Toes.
12
BRUTUS
“I’ve never seen your nose twitch before,” she said with that giggle in her voice that made my pants way too tight for comfort. “Twinkle Toes would be proud.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I said as those beautiful ice blue eyes of hers stared up at me. Christ, she was tiny. “This isn’t a teasing moment. You can laugh this off any way you fucking wish, Anna, but you know goddamn good and well?—”
Her nose wrinkled. “You really don’t like this.”
“Glad to know you’re slow on the uptick.”
She slammed her hand into my chest, but I didn’t budge. She shook her hand out, anger covering up that wrinkled nose and igniting those bright blue eyes of hers. They were like the sky when the sun was out and proud. Not a cloud in it. Not a bird in sight. Just clear blue for days and days.
“I would have never allowed Cap to agree to this if?—”
She scoffed. “Like you control Cap.”
“I control a lot of things in this fucking crew that you have no fucking idea about,” I said, the snarl in my voice something I could no longer control.
Her back straightened, but all it did was push those luscious tits of hers closer to me. I saw her puckered nipples through her shirt, and I couldn’t help the grin that slid across my face.
She liked this.
The fighting.
The cornering.
The tension.
“What?” she asked flatly. “The hell you smiling about?”
My eyes darted down her body, drinking in the voluptuous curves that her five-foot-nothing body held. “You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?”
She shoved her hand against my abs, but all it felt like was a child trying to play fight. “Back the fuck up, Bee.”
I bent down a bit lower until my lips sat at her forehead. “And what are you going to do if I don’t?”
“Answer my goddamn question,” I said, not relenting from my argument. “I would have never allowed Cap to agree to any of this shit had I known this was your fucking home.”
“And I don’t understand why you’re so goddamn hellbent on making sure I’m just as helpless as the other tit-carriers in this?—”
I slammed my free hand against the wall next to her head, but my voice was dangerously low when I spoke. “You clearly don’t get it, you thickheaded woman. You do realize that if we’re attacked again, this puts you in grave danger. The ring will know where you live. The exact location of your home. Where you sleep. Where you eat. Where you play. And even after all of this is said and done, what the fuck is stopping them from coming after you when they know exactly where your location is?”
Her face dropped, but I didn’t like the statement that came out of her fucking face. “You’re seriously worried about this.”
“The fact that you and your brother are not boggles me, and shows me why their territory is so little.”
“All right,” she said as she stomped onto my foot.
I grunted as I bent over, and she slipped from in between me and the wall. “You little fucking?—”
“You little fucking what?” she spat as I slowly turned around, limping on my goddamn foot. “You don’t get to barge into my room, rip apart the plan that I made with my brother and his crew just because?—”
“It is my job to take care of every man, woman, and person in this safehouse! Your brother lied to us! This isn’t a safehouse! This is your goddamn home!”
