Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Is there something you can tell me now?” I damn near sing, and I’m aware the smile on my face is a little manic when he swiftly looks back to me.
“She shot me!” Katana cries.
“It’s a scratch.” I roll my eyes. “Stop being so dramatic.”
“Stop her!” she keeps going.
My muscles tense, my other hand coming up, so I’m holding the gun with both hands now.
“Mino!” she shouts.
“Shut up,” he growls at her, then refocuses on me. “She’s not a threat. When it comes to you, she’s nothing and you are everything. You’re his wife.”
Katana gasps and I blink. Hard.
“Wow.” I deadpan. “Dropping the big secret, huh? It might have more of an effect if he didn’t have two of us. You must really want her to walk out of here in one piece.” I cock my head. “You know, I was only going to scare her into talking, but then she pointed a gun at my back, like a spineless bitch, so now she gets to stare down my barrel not knowing if or when I’m going to take another shot, preferably until she pisses herself.”
“You had a gun first!”
I laugh loudly, my head falling back slightly. “And?”
She looks at me like she’s finally realizing that I’m unhinged, but then Mino jerks in her direction.
“You did what?” he hisses so low, so menacing she caves into herself, hand shaking where it hovers over the flesh wound on her leg, too afraid to touch it. “Do you have any idea what he would—”
“Leave.”
The word is roared across the room, strong and loud and dominant. As if it holds some kind of superpower, every single person in the room reacts at once, silently following the command, but I don’t take my eyes off Katana to spare Enzo a glance.
I swear to God if he’s come to protect her…
Everyone inside files out, and Katana tucks her chin to her chest, giving him a wide berth as she steps around the space, limping like I ran her over when the bullet barely kissed her skin.
“Katana,” Enzo calls, and now I do look to him, only to find his hard gaze is locked on mine, even as he speaks to her. “We had an agreement.”
My eyes narrow on his.
“I’m sorry, Enzo,” she whispers, voice thick with tears. “Please don’t give up on me. I need you.”
This bitch.
I lift the gun, quickly firing it off in her direction as Enzo jerks forward in attempt to grab it, but he’s too far.
Katana screams, cowering into a ball, and my lips curve at the meek little mouse.
“Your pet is foolish.” I bring the gun up, pointing it at him this time. “Doesn’t she know curling into herself makes her an even bigger target, not that I need one. I could shoot her between the eyes, with mine closed.”
“To your room, Katana.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he’s entered. Not once.
He knows I didn’t shoot her…this time. I shot two inches from her pretty face, so she’d feel the wind of the bullet as it flew past her lips, sinking into the coal-colored wall.
She starts to walk out the door and a bitter laugh leaves me.
“Why go all the way around when you can slip through the door that leads right to you?”
Enzo’s eyes narrow slightly, and I curse myself for commenting at all.
He waits until she’s gone then takes a step closer, followed by another, and my arm holds strong and solid, stretched straight out, but he keeps coming until his dress shirt is pressed to the cold steel.
“Jealousy looks very good on you.” His chest rumbles, his tongue sliding along his lower lip in the most distracting of ways.
“Not as good as red running down and ruining your carpet is going to look if I find out there’s more going on between you and her than a little word play.”
“Would it bother you if there was?”
“That’s the wrong thing to say when I have a gun pointed at your heart.”
“So, that’s a yes.” His hazel eyes shine with satisfaction as he stares down at me. “But can you admit why?”
“I’m married to you.”
He hums, and I swear his chest puffs out.
“If you’ve fucked her in this room, don’t expect me to sleep here anymore, not that you’ve stepped foot into that bed since I’ve been in it. Either way, you’ll have to chain me to the pretty posts for that to happen.”
His teeth sink into his lower lip. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
His tone is like liquid smoke, sweeping over me with an unexpected heat, and I have the sudden urge to swallow. As if he’s all too aware, his eyes fall to my throat.
I quickly shift my hand, pressing the pistol into his neck, and his lips curve with a salacious smile.