“I never said my actions were right. In my world, that is what happens when you don’t pay a debt.” I whisper against her skin. She smells completely delectable. I am holding back from taking a bite of her.
I bend down to press my lips against hers when I hear a throat clear behind me. “Sir… You’re needed upstairs. There has been a break in.” Mack’s voice hits my ears, but it takes a moment before what he says registers in my mind. Shit.
“I’ll be right up,” I respond, clearing my throat. I’m flustered, and as I look down at Bree, I see she is too. At least I’m not alone in the need for pleasure.
“I need to go up there and see what the problem is.” Her eyes search mine as if she’s looking for something, like a missing piece to who I am. I’ve seen many women look at me with that same look, but most of the time it disgusts me. Disgust isn’t something I feel right now, though.
“Okay…” Her voice is meek.
“Stay here. I will come for you later.” Pulling myself off her takes every ounce of my willpower, and it’s even worse when I come to a standing position. My cock is aching painfully in my pants while she’s just lying there as if she’s on the menu for dinner.
“You aren’t releasing me?” Her eyes plead.
“We’ll talk when I come back,” I promise, walking to the door and closing it behind me. Her warm eyes are on me the whole time, and I know she’s down. She’s sad, broken, and confused and leaving her here is the last thing I want to do, but in the grand scheme of things, I haven’t a fucking clue as to what to do with her.
I take the stairs two at a time, and at the top, Mack greets me to give me a report.
“What happened?” I furiously demand. I’m back in mob boss mode.
“Someone jumped the fence in the back yard. The silent alarm went off,” Mack explains, his eyes never leaving mine.
“To the office. I can’t believe you weren’t watching the fucking cameras,” I growl. There should be no reason to need me, I train these men to deal with these issues.
“We were sir, we didn’t see…”
“Then you go out there and check it out. There isn’t any reason you should need me unless you don’t have the situation under control?” I question him, wondering if he really has the situation under control. Luccio’s words ring in my ear to watch my back, to protect myself.
“Sir…” Mack tries to get in, but I turn on him. In a second, my hands are wrapping around his throat. He might be bigger than I, but I am faster.
Leaning into his face, making sure he can hear and see every word coming from my mouth, I spit at him, “You have one job, Mack. One job. If you can’t do your job, then what fucking good are you to me or this family?”
I have known him a long time, yet have never before seen the anger that is now showing in his eyes.
“If you would just fuck the bitch in the basement and then kill her, maybe your head would be where it’s supposed to be.” My hand clenches tighter around his throat as my patience for bullshit flies out the window.
“She is mine to do with as I please. I wasn’t aware that you had a problem with her. Do you have a problem?” My eyes narrow as his face grows blue in color. I know if I don’t let up soon, he will be out. It doesn’t matter how big you are, if you lose air supply, you will be out for the count.
When he doesn’t answer me, I squeeze harder, my fingers digging into his flesh. Nothing matters to me anymore, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. His eyes bulge out of his head and I can hear his body gasping for even the tiniest shred of oxygen. The noise pulls me from my mind, and I release him. I am a monster, a horrible person, but I am above killing my own kind.
He sucks in a breath and then another as he stands there, the life coming back to his eyes.
“Would you have really killed me over such a pathetic question?” he asks in between breaths. I ignore his question and head straight to the security room. No one is manning the desk. Fiery rage fills me. What is the use if no one is here to fucking do as I say?
Letting it go for the time being, I focus my attention on the monitors. The cameras don’t show a disturbance, but the alarm is going off which means even if the intruders aren’t seen, they are still out there.
“Fuck…” I pound my fist against the table. Mack is right. She is getting under my skin. She is distracting me. Making me think crazy fucking things. Things that I can never, nor should I ever, be thinking about.
I need to handle this on my own. Hitting myself on the head a few times, I feel as if everything is finally back into place. I head toward the back door and out into the darkness. I am a hunter searching for his prey. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and my body fills with tension as I ready myself for a fight.