"Penn," I mumbled into the phone. "Hello Mr. Penn, I have a Mr. Rafael Amatucci and guest here at reception. I'm calling to verify your connection," a pleasant feminine voice said down the line. My eyes popped open. I turned to see the glowing numbers of the clock on my side table. "It's four-fucking-thirty in the morning."The woman laughed softly. "Indeed, it is. Can you verify the relationship, please, sir?"I got my head out of my ass. "Yes. Rafael Amatucci is a friend and I'll vouch for him." It was the second time in as many days that I'd claimed a closer relationship to an Amatucci than I'd ever thought possible. "Thank you, sir. Enjoy your day." "Wait! Is the friend with him a female in her early thirties?" I asked before she could hang up. "I can't answer that information request, sir. If you would like to speak with Mr. Amatucci or his guest, you need to provide the correct name or visit during regular business hours. Have a good day." The line went dead.
"Seriously though, Will, are you doing okay after the exam?" Rafe asked as he pulled away from the hospital parking lot. "I know you sugar coated it for Penn. But this is me asking."I sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly. Steph really did talk to me for the most part. And it did help to not feel like a piece of furniture. I just feel like an idiot all the way around. Nothing anyone can do about it." I looked out my window, my chin in my hand as I leaned against the door. "As long as she didn't make you uncomfortable." He patted my thigh lightly. "You're walking better." He chuckled. "Well, you were before the exam. Right now, you walk like you've got a cob shoved up your butt."I slapped his hand away as I laughed. "Jerk."He chuckled. "What else is on your agenda for today?"I dug my phone out of my pocket. Opened the calendar and bit my lip. "Well, I need to do final walk-throughs of the venues. Get some measurements for the first party on Friday afternoon.""Which party is
I didn't have to see Willow's face to know that I was going to get an earful. The woman practically vibrated with outraged affront. Did it make me a little sick that I was looking forward to it? Maybe, but damn if I wasn't excited to see the flash of her anger fill those pretty mossy eyes.When she'd gotten lost in her mind again, I hadn't thought of anything except bringing her back. To the room. To me. I'd bullied my way forward to grab at her. Grab her hand, bring her brain some soothing pain. The look in her eyes as she'd drifted back into herself had made something deep inside me ache. Made me want something more from her than I've wanted from anyone. I had no idea what that was, but I knew I had to have it. This woman, this bruised and abused woman, was going to be mine. For as long as it took to get her out of my system. She was screwing with my mind and I didn't like it. Not one damn bit. No one shook me, derailed my thoughts. I was driven, focused, and ambitious. None
I woke in the dark. Granted, I had to slap myself in the face to make sure I was actually awake and not stuck back in the hell that had comprised my life before. But I was definitely awake. And someone was about to lose his head. I reached out next to me, checked for Talia. Nope. Cold blanket. Next, I raised my head and tried to turn enough to see the wall clock that was faintly illuminated. It better only be a couple hours later than when I remember falling asleep. "RAAAAAAFE!" I shrieked it. "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN THIS ROOM RIGHT FUCKING NOW, YOU FUCKER!" I pushed back the blankets, saw that I was still in my dress from earlier. That was his only saving grace. The door slid open, Ryker stood on the threshold. He raised his hand. "His brothers roughed him up. He's going to be nursing a sore body for a while."I glared up at him. "Did you know he planned to drug me?"He looked insulted. "No. I'm the one who figured it out, actually. Can I come in?"I nodded. I fe
Little Willow wanted to play a game? She was about to find out just what kind of man I was. I didn't lose and I certainly didn't back down. She'd thrown down the gauntlet. I was only too happy to pick it up. I'd have to bide my time a little bit longer. She wasn't ready for what I wanted to do to her yet. But she would be. A small part of me laughed at my arrogance. This wasn't a woman who played with her life. She attacked it. I could see her walking away at the end of this...whatever this was...just as happy as she was now not to be in my bed. My body screamed in denial. She was mine. I had to taste her. At least once. Just one taste and then I could move on. The longer I was in her orbit, the more she consumed my every waking thought. I needed to get her under me and then get her out of my mind. My life. I pushed all of that aside. Nothing was happening tonight except food and making her legs feel better. I had to win this battle first. We made it back out to the livi
Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry. I bit my lip to keep the tears from falling, my breath from sobbing. "Good night, Willow," he said. Get the fuck out so I can breakdown! Just leave! I raged at him mentally. I needed this man and his ulterior motives out of my life. Not only did he want to have sex with me, but he also didn't share any part of himself outside of surface information. I didn't need those kinds of people in my life. And certainly not from someone who wanted to use my body for his own pleasure. The door snicked shut softly. Like the dam had burst, tears flooded from my eyes. I pressed my face into the back cushion and screamed as long and as loud as I could. He'd let me believe, for just a sliver of a moment, that I was...not important, really. But wanted. But he didn't really want me. Or certainly not all of me. He wanted the package I was wrapped in. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted me for the connections to the Amatuccis. As much as they we
An ear-piercing scream had me jumping to my feet, fists ready before my brain could catch up. I blinked my eyes clear as another scream shattered the silence. Willow.I burst into the loft, expecting to see someone standing over her, a knife brandished in the low light. But it was just her. Still on the couch, huddled under her blanket. The low light from over the stove didn't cast a lot of illumination. "Please don't. Please don't hurt her. I'll try, Ethan. Please, she's just a little girl." The words sobbed from her chest as I crept closer to her spot on the sofa. She was flat on her back, arms down at her sides. Her beautiful eyes were open wide, but blind and shuttered as she watched the horror only she could see. "Willow?"She jerked. Tried to sink further into the cushions that supported her. "Shh, baby. Shh. Go somewhere else in your mind, okay. He can't hurt you in your mind." Her hand twitched by her side as if she were trying to pet someone's head. Only her fi
I scrambled to pull the boyshorts up my legs before he came back in the room. Getting my dress off and my tank on had taken entirely too much of the one minute he'd given me. With a wince, I crashed back onto the bed as I heard his footsteps reach the outside of my doorway.Holy cannoli that had been close. "Where are your extra towels?" he asked.I looked over at him. He was stirring something in a bowl, his gaze fixed to my body. And not my legs. I glared at him. Not that he noticed. I snapped my fingers. Waited until he raised his gaze to my eyes. "Friends, Ten. Friends."He grimaced and glared. "I already hate that nickname. Towels?"I pointed him back towards the bathroom. "Same cabinet, lower right." I was keeping that nickname until a better one came along. It was so very fitting. In a number of ways. Ryker came back out of the bathroom. A towel draped over one arm, a glass bowl with something white in it. He set both on the floor next to my bed. Reaching dow