Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I panted, “Yes.”
He kissed me deeply and passionately.
I shuddered and moaned into his mouth.
When he pulled back, a deranged expression covered his face. “I liked tasting you too, but that was a bad idea.”
“Why?”
He licked his lips. “I love the taste of you, more than I thought I would. Therefore. . .”
“What?”
“Things will be more violent between Giorgio and me.” David let me go and headed out of the shower, disappearing in the thick steam.
“Wait. Hold up.” I shut off the water and waved away the steam, rushing out to him.
He was already out of the bathroom.
Naked and wet, I hurried forward. “David, we just talked about giving me time—”
“I said I would give you time, but I did not say I would not kill him—”
“What?!” I tried to grab him from behind.
Somehow he knew to step to the side and pick up his pace. “Get some rest, Blue. Tomorrow is our last day in Italy and it will be long.”
“Would you stop and talk to me?” I tried to grab him again.
He slipped out of my reach, made it to the door, and opened it.
Right when he was going to step out, he stopped.
“David!” I bumped into his back and tried to walk around him.
He stopped and pushed me back.
That was when I caught the view of the hallway.
Oh shit!
I edged back and hid myself on the other side of the door.
The Lion was in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a look of disapproval on his face.
What the hell is he doing up this late?
I got further behind the door and hid myself more.
The Lion’s voice boomed in the hallway. “Are you done, David?”
David cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“Good. We have something to do before the morning comes.”
What?
“Okay.” David shut the door.
I stared at it.
But. . .David. . .don’t kill Giorgio.
Chapter 59
Brothers in Blood
Kazimir
In the hallway, I studied my number one.
David’s clothes were so thoroughly drenched in water that it looked like he had been swimming in the Atlantic Ocean all night, searching for mermaids.
Fucking idiot. Should I even ask?
Water dripped from his hair. His wet black shirt clung to his chest like a second skin. His pants were plastered to his legs, and his shoes made small puddles on the floor.
But that wasn’t what made me want to hit him. It was the deliriously happy grin spread across his face like he’d just tasted heaven.
Pussy.
I let out a long breath.
David watched me. “You are up late. I was not aware of any new updates on the war or the Clown.”
“I could not sleep.”
“Bad dream?”
A cold shiver ran through me.
I gritted my teeth. “Never mind that. Why are you wet?”
His grin left. He cleared his throat. “Due to Blue’s injuries and her near-death experience, I thought she needed help in the shower.”
“I bet you did.”
He brushed down his wet shirt as if that could help. “Should I change before we do what you need?”
“We do not have time for that.” I headed off. “But, we do have time for a stern talk.”
David walked by my side. “Who will need that stern talk?”
“You.”
David quirked his brows. “Me?”
“Yes. You.” I stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Fighting over pussy like an idiot?”
“Giorgio and I have a simple misunderstanding.”
“Is that what this is? Simple?”
“Giorgio thinks he has a chance with Blue. I just need to clear it up.”
“All of this for one woman?”
David smirked. “Perhaps, I learned from the best.”
Sneering, I touched my chest. “Is that directed at me?”
“I met you in Paris. I will never forget the passion you had for your mouse, and the chaos that ensued because she was taken from you.” David shrugged. “Am I truly an idiot for craving the same passion? And wanting an amazing woman for myself?”
“Tonight was a shit show.”
“Still, I am in control.”
“You are in control of shit.” I stomped off.
David returned to my side and kept quiet. He was probably waiting for me to speak, but I had nothing to say.
Instead, I seethed with exhaustion, anger, and frustration at his idiocy.
David and his new problem incited me with rage, yet I couldn’t truly point to why. Of course I wanted the idiot to find love. And if I was being honest, Blue was not a bad match. Yet, something tugged at me, setting me off balance.
Silent, we headed to the elevator and I dug into my mind, searching for the core of the problem. What was it? Concern? Worry? Fear? These were new emotions for me when they were directed at another man. In my earlier years, I stressed over my mother, my sister, and niece. Now, it was my mouse. But never did I care this much about my number one?
At least... not since Pavel.
We stopped in front of the elevator.
David looked at me. “Where are we going?”