“Now you’re protecting her?” shouts Adria at me. “You wanted to kill that bitch! And you should, because if you don’t do it, I will!”
“Adria, you cannot touch her,” I say sternly. “Not right now. It will cause a disruption that will have consequences concerning the entire world?—“
“I DON’T FUCKING CARE,” she shouts so loud my ears are ringing, and her spit flies at me. She slaps my cheek with the back of her hand, and before I can grab her, she is gone.
I close my eyes, breathe in and out. Everything seems to be spiralling out of control. If she weren’t family, I’d stop her with a gun. But she is family.
“I’m tracking her,” says Kat behind me.
“Is she heading to the house?”
“Looks like it. I’m going after her.”
“Be careful, you know who she is. She attacks fast and without warning.”
“Rose,” says Kat and laughs, before she is gone. Leaving me in the house filled with silence.
Silence that amplifies my thoughts.
Thoughts that circle around what happened in the church. Thoughts that entered my bones and stayed.
I catch myself caressing the finger she had in her mouth.
Her lips were so unbelievably soft. So luscious.
Her confidence. I am not attracted to confidence. Confidence does not work well with what I enjoy in the bedroom. But she?—
I am finding myself drawn to her.
My mind wanders.
I see myself standing behind her.
She is tied up.
Immobilised.
And I take whatever I desire from her.
A tingling stirs in my core.
I caress my body; I will have to release that sensation.
At that moment, my phone rings, ripping me from my mind.
“Yes,” I say when I answer Kat’s call.
“They’re heading into a club,” says Kat. “I can’t go in there alone; it will be too messy.”
“What club and who?”
“No name, but people are waiting in line, sending you the address. Antonella went in there with seven men; they were let in without waiting. I can’t reach Antonella. Adria is heading in there now.”
“Merda,” I say. I look at the address Kat sent me. “It’s one of their clubs. You will not get in there the regular way. I’m on my way.”
“You stay where you are,” she says. “Send me one of the girls.”
“I am coming,” I say.