Blood Ties (Dinero de Sangre #2) - Lana Sky Page 0,77
if I say I want her tonight, then I’m going to fucking take her tonight—”
“Fine.” Domino pushes back from the table and shrugs. “Take her.”
My blood runs cold at his tone, paired with his disinterested expression. He means it.
But Jaguar, on the other hand, doesn’t seem satisfied. “I have to admit that I’m skeptical of your sudden change of heart,” he admits, his voice grated with a rare hint of open annoyance. “You wouldn’t be up to your old tricks, now would you.”
“No. I just hate hearing my leader beg me for pussy,” Domino replies. “Take the bitch. I think she’ll like being put on display for the bastards at your little den.”
Jaguar raises an eyebrow. “Who said anything about putting her on display? Oh no, Dom-Dom…” He strokes his chin, drinking me in with his gaze. “I think I might keep her for myself. At least until I discover what it is that has you so damn enamored.”
The hand on my knee grips tighter. Too tight. Wincing, I try my best to smother the pain.
“I never thought you’d want my sloppy seconds,” Domino says in a tone that’s the polar opposite of the violence I feel in his clenching grasp. He sounds unbothered to the point of boredom, his eyebrow cocked to match Jaguar’s open skepticism. “I always assumed that my tastes in women were far different than yours.”
“Pussy is pussy,” Jaguar snaps. “And what’s ‘sloppy’ between brothers? Perhaps we can initiate little Ada-Maria into the family? Then I wouldn’t have to worry about you always trying to slip away, so desperate to gain your… What do you call it? Your freedom?”
“We are not brothers,” Domino says coldly, and his unfazed mask cracks—violently. His eyes flash, conveying raw, open hatred so intense that I stiffen in the face of it.
“Oh yes, we are,” Jaguar counters, his smile equally feral. “In every way that matters, my friend. You belong to me. You are my family, and if some blond little bitch will make you act like it, then we both can take turns fucking her all you like. One big happy familia—”
“Enough.” Abruptly, Domino lurches to his feet and slams both hands flat against the table. For a second, I truly think he’ll lunge across it.
If he fears the same, Jaguar doesn’t seem frightened. If anything, he looks… Excited. Like he’d love more than anything for the chance to fight. Destroy. Make someone else bleed.
“I…” My weak argument dies in my throat before I can even voice it, but the sound I make has both men turning to me.
Domino looks furious, his knuckles whitening as he clenches both of his hands into fists. Jaguar, however, laughs.
“Enough fighting,” he says softly. “I think I have a better idea of how to end this. Let’s let the little minx decide for herself where she would like to spend the next three days. Here, with you? Or with me?”
I’m not stupid. He’s not asking as much as he’s warning. All that talk of alliances and training. If I don’t pick him now, as far as I know, I’m still destined to arrive at his Guarida within a few days. And I suspect that if I dared to choose against him, he’d make me utterly regret that decision.
In fact, he’s such the obvious choice in terms of self-preservation that it’s laughable to even consider choosing Domino. He’s already sold me to Jaguar and made it clear that his interest in preserving my life extends only to finding Pia’s body and whatever secrets regarding my father he thinks I know the answer to. Trusting him at all would be foolish. Stupid. I’d deserve the inevitable betrayal he’ll commit against me, and I wouldn’t even have the benefit of being surprised by it. The man has made it clear that he owes me no loyalty, and—after what he’s done—I certainly don’t owe him a damn thing.
Even his promise to protect me was coded in his trademark doublespeak.
But…
Therein lies the dilemma. Domino is a known evil. I have some experience, no matter how thin, navigating his moods. I’ve even learned how to manipulate him in my fragile, pathetic way, but it’s more knowledge than I have against Jaguar.
He is an unknown entity and one that I suspect I won’t be able to survive so easily.
Chapter Twenty
“Since when do you let your women call the shots?” Domino remarks nastily, and I realize why—he knows the conclusion I’ve come to, and exactly who I’ll pick. Hell, haven’t I been