that you can't take that girl, Rafe," I murmured, watching his jaw harden.
"Do you often tell one another not to claim your women? Why is it you think I will tolerate your interference?" he asked, danger glinting in his expression as he turned his face to mine. I recognized the look for what it was: the complete primal need to claim what belonged to him in his mind and a warning to back off that I’d need to heed if I knew what was good for me.
"It's different. She's too young."
"I'll discuss it with Matteo, and we'll work out an arrangement. I've no interest in rape, Enzo. Particularly raping a girl who has not yet become a woman. But we monsters can be patient, can we not?" he asked. His eyebrow raised, daring me to deny the truth.
Matteo waited twelve years. Ryker waited four. Lino waited close to a lifetime.
How long would Rafael Ibarra wait to take the woman he saw as his?
I didn't suspect it would be long, given the way he stared at his phone and waited for updates from his man.
"Isa," he said finally after his phone dinged with a text. "Her friend calls her Isa."
Rage and relief battled inside of me at the sight of Sadie sitting inside the cafe. She was absolutely aware of the eyes on her as one of the guys watched her from across the shop, but she never moved to so much as stand. She wasn't stupid enough to think she could evade us for long. What she'd done had been done knowing that her freedom would be temporary.
I tried to muster up a trace of sympathy for whatever must have been warring inside her to make her do something so drastic for such little return. But all I could remember was the feeling of blind fear that pulsed through me with every second that I spent questioning if Murphy's men had found her yet.
I couldn't fault her entirely. She'd stayed close enough to Indulgence where, even on his bravest of days, Murphy would never wander near. She'd known the location offered her safety. I had to appreciate that even while she rebelled against me and my place in her life; she did it as safely as possible.
Much like when Samara had called Yavin when she needed a break and it wasn't safe, Sadie exercised her freedom in a way that wasn't entirely oblivious to the danger breathing down her neck. Given her arguments that she could take care of herself, it surprised me she would exercise such caution.
Her eyes met mine as I stormed inside. Standing in the doorway, I didn't close the distance between us. I couldn't trust myself to touch her with the way need and fury consumed me. Apparently, fucking her hadn't been enough to show her where she belonged.
I'd have to remind her.
She stood, tossing her coffee cup into the trash as she closed the distance between us, and Rebel followed on her heels, looking sheepish where her human didn’t bother. Sadie didn’t speak a word as she stepped into the cool Chicago air. She turned back toward the club, ignoring me as Rebel and I trailed behind her. The employees looked at us in shock as she made her way up to my office with a self-indulgent smile on her face.
It wasn't until I closed the door behind me and sealed us inside my office that my breath caught in my lungs and pulled my chest tight. She bent down to pet Rebel quickly as the dog curled up next to my desk, before she stood and made for the couch on the other side of the office.
"I think we need to have a talk," I said when she picked up a bike magazine off the small table in front of her, where some of the guys hung out when I was feeling generous.
She dropped it with a sigh, leaning back into the cushions and staring at me. "Look Enzo, we both know that I am always going to do exactly what I want to do. You or your shitty substitutes won't stop me."
"You put yourself at risk!" I shouted, staring her down with my hands on my hips as my heart pounded in my chest. Blood roared in my veins with the need to convince her of how foolish it had been. "For what?"
"Freedom! Something I doubt you know much about, since apparently the cock and balls swinging between your legs mean you're magically