Page 22 of King of War

Micah raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I know the latter is a long list, but get it done.”

“You think the camera is still there in the room?” Rafael asks.

Nobody lives in our family home now. It’s nothing but shadows and dust sheets. Though she and I had our differences, Mama took the soul of that house with her when she died. I lived there with Rayne for a while, but then she left me too, and there was nothing there for me but memories. “I doubt it, but can you check it out?”

“Sure.” He bounces up and down on his toes, eager for something to do. “You want to come do it now?” he says to Luca, who signals his agreement, and then the two of them leave.

“I guess I’ll go make start on those lists then,” Micah says.

I nod, staring at my shoes.

I feel his arm slide around my shoulder, which is unnerving as Micah isn’t usually a hugger. “It will all work out.”

“Yeah. It always does, right?” I say the words, but there’s no conviction in them. The only thing I have ever truly wanted in my life didn’t work out, so I’m actually talking shit.

“Just don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, okay?”

“Like what exactly?”

His eyes narrow. “Like fucking her, Enzo.”

After dropping that grenade in my hands, he walks out of the room.

Like I’d fuck her. Seriously? My dick jerks at the thought though. The memory of her incredible body and her tight, wet pussy is enough to have me leaking in my boxers.

And I have plenty of memories of her. Some filthy, some sweet, some completely debauched. I don’t plan on making any new ones though, no matter how much my dick would like to.

Chapter

Nine

RAYNE

Feeling more like my usual self this morning, I march down the hallway to search for Enzo and get some answers. I find him in his study, and when I storm into his office, he doesn’t even bother to look up. His eyes glued to his cell phone.

My head’s throbbing, and I desperately need coffee and donuts, but first we need to clear a few things up. “Exactly how long do you expect to keep me prisoner here?”

No reply.

I plant my hands on his desk, and the arrogant bastard just keeps reading.

“Are you deaf?” I snap.

His eyes finally lift to meet mine, agonizingly slowly. Asshole! He sighs, like granting me his attention is some kind of privilege. Those dark eyes sweep over me once before he leans back in his chair, broad shoulders filling out his white shirt, jaw shadowed with stubble and his dark hair falling just enough over his forehead to make him look less polished and more dangerous. He looks far too good for a man I hate this much.

He sets his phone facedown slowly, deliberately, then folds his hands over his stomach, watching me like I’m a mildly amusing inconvenience instead of a woman who’s about to launch herself across this desk. “Not deaf.” His voice is as smooth as melted chocolate, or maybe I’m just really hungry and in need of some sugary goodness. “Just enjoying the peace before you stormed in here like a tornado.”

“You can have all the peace you want if you just let me go.”

He shakes his head. “Not going to happen, Rayne.”

God, I hate him. He knows it, and he damn well enjoys it. I can tell by the way his lips twitch at the corner of his mouth. Twisted, arrogant bastard loves getting under my skin.

“Look,” I say sweetly, “I know that yesterday was a huge shock and all, and you went and made a terrible career move by offing the boss’s son, so I went along with your little plan to keep me prisoner. But today is a new day, and you can’t just go around kidnapping innocent civilians.”

He arches a thick eyebrow. “Innocent? Really?”