Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,86
not dead…
No. I won’t think like that. I can’t. Tears threatened my eyes as I glanced at the fridge and the picture of Ebony smiling and reaching toward the camera, just as she'd reached for her sister all her life. Just like I'd reached out to Walker, and now look what had happened to her.
I turned around and made my way out of the kitchen, stopping at the cracked open door to her bedroom. I’d barely slept in the last two days. Sleep seemed elusive to me, as was any kind of rest. I made my way into the living room and slumped down onto the sofa.
This was torture, that was easy to see. I wouldn’t allow myself to rest.
What is rest, when we have everything we want? Chaos whispered in the back of my mind.
I closed my eyes at her words and laid my head against the back of the sofa, sliding my hand along the soft material beside me. “Just go away,” I murmured. “Leave me alone.”
Agony carved across my chest as I spoke. Her anger was cruel and powerful, making me catch my breath and rock forward. I let out a whimper, and pressed a fist against my chest until finally, the piercing ache eased.
You’d think you’d be a little more grateful.
Tears threatened my eyes once more. I trembled at her words, hating her and myself. I didn’t want to think about what I’d just done, or the consequences. Maybe I should just leave? Pack what few belongings I had and just drive away…and keep on driving.
That merciless ache flared again for a heartbeat. It was a threat, a warning, but then it was gone. She didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to do anything. Just the feel of her in my head was enough. I yanked my fist away from my chest then unleashed, hitting the bone with a thud. I was a prisoner in the confines of my skin, my thoughts no longer my own…and now neither were my actions.
A tremor raced across my skin, something raw and savage. Something that spilled through the air, setting my teeth on edge. I felt him before I heard the pounding steps, and rose from the sofa as the front door to Walker’s apartment was thrown open.
Phantom…
My pulse leaped as the temperature in the air plunged to icy levels and the door was closed with a slam! I stumbled sideways from the sofa, desperate for the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Then he was there, striding around the corner from the hallway, all predator…and cold.
…and Phantom had never been cold.
Not like this.
He lifted his gaze, and those once haunted brown eyes shone with steel.
“Phantom.” His name was a whisper. I stepped away again on reflex as rage became a beast, prowling the air all around him. “How did you find me?”
“Did you think I didn’t know where you were every second of the day?” he growled, his tone cold and raw.
I backed up once more, until the heels of my boots smacked against the wall. I scanned the room frantically—there was nowhere else to go.
I waited for him to say something more, waited for the rage and the anger. I waited for him to lose control. But he didn’t, only slowed his steps around the corner of the sofa and pinned my gaze with his.
Inside, I was panicking, desperate to find a way out of this. I licked desperately dry lips, searching that animalistic gaze, and asked myself a question I never thought I would—was Phantom going to hurt me?
He reached me and lifted his hand, bracing it against the wall behind me.
“I think we need a break.” The words slipped from my lips before I knew it.
It was all I could think of. Run. Run away from the Wolves…run away from everything. I was better off on my own. Never alone, Chaos answered, dragging me deeper into that unfathomable pit.
“Sure we do.” Phantom lifted his other hand, cupping my throat with his mammoth palm.
“I don’t want to see you,” I said, trembling.
“Of course you don’t.” He took a small step forward, driving me flat against the wall.
“Phantom. Don’t push this.”
“Not pushing anything, female.” His voice was controlled, strained. So why were the hairs on my neck rising? That hand moved from my neck, sliding down my chest.
God, his hand was huge, his splayed fingers spread across my breasts before he pinched the buttons of my shirt, working them open one by one.