Page 50 of Devil’s Promise

That signals Rock, and he pushes out of his chair, striding toward the door. “I’ll find him.”

Promise turns her head, looking at the wall to her left as I step in front of her. Ignoring me? I reach out, lifting her so that her torso is pressed to mine. She doesn’t look at me, doesn’t put her arms around me.

“I thought I told the rest of you to get the fuck out.”

The men file out, slower than the women, but they go. The moment the room is empty, I carry Promise to the table. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

She doesn’t answer. She never answers. But this is different. It’s not just her voice she’s holding away, it’s everything. She’s stiff as a board in my arms.

I set her down, her ass hitting the hard surface of the table we use for meetings. “It was a bachelor party.”

She doesn’t react. At all. Not even a blink.

Which is not fucking helping. That meeting with her father, what I’ve promised, it’s sitting wrong with me.

And this…her finding me with a woman in my lap. I shouldn’t fucking care. I’m a gangster, a drug dealer, a dirty criminal who made a shit deal with her father, fidelity is the last fucking thing I should be worried about. I’ve got sin stacked on top of sin.

But somehow it fucking bothers me that she looked so hurt.

I like her warm and soft. I want her pussy all over my face again.

Last night with Promise was magic and I want more. “Look at me.”

She turns her head, her eyes facing mine, but she doesn’t really make eye contact. “Promise.”

I move her thighs apart with mine, positioning myself in the V of her legs as I hook my hands behind her knees and pull her tighter to my hips and cock.

She lets me, not protesting, but she doesn’t look at me, doesn’t give me any energy. It’s like she’s far away and I’m just positioning some mannequin.

“Promise,” I growl out. I want what we had yesterday. Want it so bad, my chest is tight.

But she just sits there, exposed.

I run a hand down her arm, my touch not as gentle as it should be, but I just want a reaction. Something. I’d take anger at this point. “You want to hit me?”

That gets a flicker. Her mouth tightens and her eye twitches. “Yeah, you do. You want to fucking deck me, admit it. You want to punch me right in the nose and watch as the blood gushes.”

But her face goes blank again. I grab her hips and pull her tight into me, hitting her exactly where I know we both like it. Nothing.

I push her down with my chest holding her head in my palm. But even with my weight on top of her, she doesn’t respond.

“Fucking hell, Promise,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I’d prefer if she fought. Cried. The nothing…

The door opens. “Angel,” Gunner says from the doorway, and I hear the judgment.

“The door was closed for a reason,” I bark back, rearing up as I glare at my brother. I’m looking for anyone to take my frustration out on.

“Yeah. I get that,” Gunner answers, still standing in the doorway.

“You were supposed to bring her to my office,” I fire back, turning toward Gunner. Promise doesn’t move and I yank the hem of her dress lower as I place my other hand on her belly in clear and obvious possession.

“Guy in the hall got handsy with her. Thought she was one of the girls. I had to throw him out.” Gunner crosses his arms over his massive chest, giving me a fierce glare.

I always knew that some girl would get between two of my brothers. But I never thought it would be me and Gunner. Then again, Promise is the sort of innocently beautiful woman that men die for.

“Did you want something?” I ask, my fingertips digging into Promise’s skin. She still looks at the wall, like she’s a fucking corpse.

Gunner sees it too, his eyes narrowing in on her face. “You got a fax. Axel says you’ve been waiting for it.”