I raise an eyebrow, feeling my anger rise to the surface again. “Well, in a matter of twenty-four hours, I found out my brother is dead, that he owed the Scorpions a shit ton of money, and I am now expected to repay his debt. When I refused, they killed my boss who was the sweetest man I’ve ever known, and now I’m sitting across from the scariest person I’ve ever met.” I tick off all the ways my head is spinning on each of my fingers.
He doesn’t refute my claim that he’s scary. A clear sign I’m right and he knows it.
“If I don’t go back, Savage will come for me,” I tell him.
Nothing I’ve said seems to affect him in any way.
The waitress comes out balancing a large tray. When she starts to unload it, my mouth falls open. “This is all for us?”
Rage doesn’t answer, he just digs in.
The woman pats me on the hand. “Don’t worry, honey. We have take-out containers.”
This is like a week’s worth of food. It all looks delicious, but this is simply crazy.
I watch as the man across from me eats. I suppose it takes this many calories to keep a physique like his.
He taps his fork on the corner of one of my plates. “Eat.”
I start with an omelet. It’s stuffed with sausage, cheese, and peppers. I also take a few bites of pancake, but that’s all I can do.
“Where do you put it all?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer, just stabs my uneaten steak with his fork and places it on his empty plate.
I’m learning the man doesn’t talk much, and that’s okay with me. I just wish I knew what he was thinking. Obviously, he doesn’t want me dead, but other than that he’s given me no indication of his motive to keep me here.
“So, what’s the plan?” I ask cautiously, attempting to take a bite of my hamburger that hasn’t been touched.
“You don’t need to worry about it.”
I roll my eyes. “So, I’m just supposed to go back to the Inn and wait?”
“Exactly.”
His phone rings, and he answers it. “We’re at the diner,” he tells whoever is on the other end.
He listens to them while still stuffing his face.
“I’ll take her back.” His dark scowl returns to rest on me. “That won’t be necessary. She’ll be good.” He hangs up. “CC will be by in the morning to escort you back to the Cage. I want you to spend a little more time there.”
“Who?”
“CC … carbon copy.” When I still don’t understand, he sighs. “Carson and Cole … the twins.”
“Oh them. Well thanks, but I’m good. I don’t need any more time at your establishment,” I say, slightly embarrassed by how quickly I lost myself to my anger back at the Cage. And what’s worse, I cried in front of him. I know better than anyone how either of those things can be used against you. Now he knows my weak spots. “I’m sure you already have people scheduled.”
“They can reschedule.”
“Rage,” I begin to argue.
The look he throws my direction makes me snap my mouth shut.
“Fine,” I say, acting like I have a choice.
He helps the waitress box up my leftovers and then stands. “There’s a microwave in your room in case you get hungry later,” he says, holding up the bag as we walk out together.
“I’m so full, I don’t think I could eat another thing today. I just want to sleep.”