This was the worst possible time for him to be thinking about anything remotely related to sex, so his brain short-circuited, trying to redirect.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and his cock jerked at the sound like his body had zero respect for context.And worse than the involuntary reaction was the sudden hollow in her voice like she actually meant it. That his twisted, unfinished story had somehow become hers.Why the fuck was she sad?He hadn’t told her the stupid story for that. It wasn’t supposed to be soft or vulnerable, neither was it a confession. It was a fucking warning.“Don’t be,” he rushed. “It’s a weakness.”Her throat was too strained to respond.His nostrils flared. Since he walked into the room, he'd been hard as a rock, and he kind of loathed it. Loathed her – no… her voice, for tempting him in this most brutal vulnerable way. Loathed himself, for not having more self-control when it came to her.It would be so easy to give in to the desire roaring through his veins, t
“I… it’s okay,” she whispered, her cheeks turning red.It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t supposed to be this anything.She swallowed again, trying to gain footing over the heat creeping up her neck.“How did you… find my grandmother? How did you even get her…?”“I asked someone.”“Who?”“A banker who owed me a favor.”“That’s not an answer.”“It wasn’t a question that needed one.”“Why?” she pushed, her voice rising a notch. “Why send her money at all?”“It’s just money,” he turned to her, and she subtly held her breath. “You needed it.”She watched him carefully. He looked too calm for her spiraling, like he’d rehearsed all this already in his head.“And the extra, what was that? It wasn’t part of it, was it? And you didn't even tell me first. Are you stalking my family now? What are you paying for?”“Consider it padding.”“Padding?” Her anger was building up.“In case you fall again, Angel.”Her brows lifted and she heaved a little sigh. “This isn’t about the contract anymore.”He didn’t d
Raphael stood at the threshold, his shoulders tensed beneath his white shirt, and had his sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing long veiny, tattooed arms. His jaw was clenched, but those glacial, mercilessly blue eyes swept over her with something far more dangerous than anger.Concern.It made her sit up straighter.She tried to act casual but failed woefully.He took her in – the red tinge still warming her cheeks, the faint purplish hue under her eyes, his shirt that swallowed her whole but couldn’t hide how small she looked in that bed.Seeing that she was okay wasn't enough to drown his anger but it was enough to make him feel like an asshole for simply forgetting too soon that she took sips from my priced collections.“You look like a strawberry,” his deep voice rumbled. Her brain whirled.The lighting in Alex’s dining room had been dim, and the steak on her plate was untouched. Her hand still gripped the side of her water glass because she didn’t know where else to look. They’
The corners of her mouth quirked up, her brow creasing a fraction too fast.“It’s Ma Phil,” Pony murmured, eyes still glued to the screen.“What?” she mouthed, her eyes expanding. “She heard about…” Pony bit her lips. “I might’ve… mentioned something.”“She heard or you blabbed? Christ!” she whispered, straightening as alarm flashed through her features.“I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t think she’d call back, though,” Pony extended the phone toward Niya before she could protest. “She wants to speak to you.”“I – I’m not –” Niya's heart was suddenly too big for her chest. “Take it,” Pony urged softly.Niya stared at the phone like it might bite. Reluctantly, she took it and it was warm from Pony’s palm. She pressed it to her ear, pulse thudding in her temple.“Ma?”“Shaniya.”Niya closed her eyes. That voice always undid her, no matter how calm it came.“I’m fine,” she mumbled before Ma Phil could speak.“That’s not what your friend said,” her grandmother replied. “You’re not
“He literally morphed into something else when you...” her eyes softened.Niya blinked.“Like – no offense,” the fire was back, “your body was barely on the floor before he went full beast mode. Barking orders. Eyes black. Screaming at that Kade guy like he committed war crimes. I mean, I almost peed a little. He was scary.”“Yeah. I felt it,” Niya looked down at her IV.“And he wouldn’t even let me hold you,” Pony scoffed. “Snatched you like you were his emotional support animal. I thought he was going to throw Kade off the balcony.”Niya snorted.“I almost erased every bad thought I had about him because of that sweet old woman – what’s her name, Rosetta?” she continued, plopping into the beige armchair beside her. “She was so warm like cocoa and bedtime stories warm. But then he did what he did and – bam. Monster. Niya, you gotta be careful.”Niya stayed quiet.“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know what I saw. That man could hurt you. Not on purpose, maybe. But his type… T
“Hang in there, we'll be in the hospital in ten minutes,” Raphael’s voice was tight, his arms clutching Niya closer as he climbed into the backseat.He slammed the door shut with one hand.“Drive the fucking car, Silas.”The engine roared to life.Images of Niya lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her body connected to cords, and the shrill sound of irregular beeping machines, flashed through his mind. His skin turned ice cold, and he felt her body slipped off his clammy, fisted hands.If anything happened to her, he would murder Kade. No. It wasn't on Kade. It was his fault.He’d seen the paleness in her cheeks, the way she swayed when she reached for her fork, and how quiet she’d gone during breakfast. She’d been crumbling right in front of him, and he did nothing.So, no, he wouldn't kill Kade. He’d murder himself. And he’d make sure it was slow.Kade had stopped by the car as they loaded in – Pony taking the front seat beside Silas. Raphael didn’t so much as glance his way as t