Those boys ruined me. Four hours, and I had never been the same. Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Thank you for killing them.”
Whether Collin heard me or not, I snuggled deeper into the chair and closed my eyes.
Couldn't be an emotional wreck when you were sleeping.
Hours later, a gentle shake of my shoulder jolted me awake. I looked up and found Gina smiling down at me. “We are about to land, miss.”
“Oh. Thank you,” I mumbled, sitting up. My eyes dared to look beside me at my mafia hitman. He was typing on his laptop with one hand as he held his cellphone to his ear with the other.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass. Get it done or lose your tongue,” he snapped, his eyes scanning the screen, unaware of my existence. He continued giving orders into the phone as we landed.
I tried to shove down the sting in my heart, regret pooling in my belly as I stood from my seat, folding the blanket neatly.
The plane door opened, the California sun shining bright as Gina stood by, waiting for us to exit. Without looking at my demon, I left him there. It felt bigger than me just getting off a plane.
For the last week, I felt like we had presented a united front, and I had to go a fuck it up with myfuckingemotions.
As I descended the stairs, I noticed a man standing at the bottom. He was dressed like my hitman, wearing black slacks and a black shirt. He wore sunglasses and his dark hair hung down his forehead and down to his shoulders. The man was alsohuge, not to mention scary, which is why my steps faltered a bit halfway down.
“Ms. Jones,” he greeted, his voice curt. His head moved a fraction as I felt a presence tower over me. “Sir.”
Collin remained silent beside me, but I felt his cold eyes digging into the back of my skull. Once we were on the ground, he ordered the man to wait in the car. Without question, I watched him walk back to the black Audi SUV waiting a few feet away.
Suddenly, I was turned by a hand gripping my arm, and my demon crashed his lips down to mine. One hand went to my ponytail, yanking my head back as he sucked the life out of me with his violent, possessive kiss. The other hand went to my ass, pulling me to his body.
I kissed him back just as hard, fear whispering doubts in my ear saying that this was our last kiss.No.I tossed my arms up around his neck, anchoring myself to him as I whimpered against his lips. He let out a low groan, one that went straight to my core. His tongue danced with mine, telling me that we were okay.
Words weren’t needed here.
Shaking my head, I pulled away, my hands running up and down the back of his head. “I’m sorry. Please don’t push me away again,” I begged, my voice shaking, keeping my eyes down. Things between us had changed in a matter of minutes because I pushed him. I almost told him I loved him, for fuck’s sake.
He was silent.
He kissed my forehead and turned me back to face the car. My soul was about to cry out in anguish when his lips found my ear.
“You're not the prisoner here, baby. I am.”
Chapter Twenty
Collin
My favorite thing about not giving a fuck was that I didn’t knock.
My second favorite thing about not giving a fuck was that I got to shoot anyone who stood in my way.
The Tipponi mansion was nestled in the lavish, overrated hills of Napa Valley. If you ever had the common sense to watch the Godfather, this mansion resembles the one graced with a fresh horse head.
My favorite scene.
Anger was the only emotion currently motivating me. I lost control with Mr. Danes. I knew that having my angel there to witness his death had the capacity of becoming a shitshow, but she insisted, and lately, I'd been having a hard time telling that woman ‘No’.
She got to see the monster inside me firsthand.
With the others, I was violent, of course, but there was something about her being in that room—watching me avenge her. It unlocked a box inside me, a box that contained a very primitive, possessive rage, and she was the key to it. The knowledge that she had been hurt and touched drove me over the edge.
As I sliced his pale, clammy skin open, the image of fear in her eyes came to me.
As he screamed around the gag, I imagined her screams of pain and terror.
