there was a hint of excitement in her smile when I took her hand in mine.
Her asshole dad was waiting for us when we got downstairs. “I hear you’re taking my daughter away for her birthday.” I didn’t answer him, just looked at him with all the animosity I felt and knew he saw it when he cleared his throat and took a step back. “Well, then, you kids have a good time.” I just rolled my eyes and took her past him without uttering a word while she ensured him that we would.
I kept my musings to myself and didn’t let on even a little bit that I wanted to go back inside and throat punch his ass into oblivion. I remained calm and collected when I strapped her in and only released a minor growl on my way around the front of the car to get in. I wanted to peel out of there and race to Jace’s place to let off some steam but not with her in the car with me.
She loves him; it’s fucking glaringly obvious to see. Even after the shit he’d pulled, she still had that little girl worship look in her eyes when she looked at him. Which means I may have to pull my punches. I’d planned on blacklisting him, discreetly exposing him for the scumbag he is, and using my family’s influence to make it impossible for him to work in this town again. I knew that would hurt him more than anything else would.
But if I destroy him so completely, she’d suffer for it too, damn! I’ll just have to come up with something else, something equally destructive that won’t harm my girl in any way.
By the time she was done being pampered by the stylist, my tension had eased because she was more relaxed. I had my shit together finally and had stopped looking at the clock about two hours ago now because it was driving me crazy. That’s until I saw what she was wearing. “You…” I started to point at her but thought better of it. I was almost convinced that the girls had put her up to that shit because I’ve seen them wear something similar in the past until I saw the smirks on my so-called brothers' faces.
“Baby, where did you get this?” This was some type of legging that clung to her like a second skin, paired with a crop top that showed off her navel and a piercing. “When did you get this?” Since when is an earring that damn sexy? She spread her arms and did a little turn with a huge smile on her face, so proud of herself.
I bit my tongue and tried not to act like a caved ape, but I wanted to order her to go put something else on. Not only because the shit was the wrong damn thing to wear in the privacy of a private jet alone with me, but because, well, her body was too fucking hot in that thing. “It’s one of my presents from Jace.” This fuck!
I glared at him, which he ignored, of course. “You two should get a move on; you’ll miss your flight.” She said another round of goodbyes to the girls like we were going off to war, and from the looks and smiles I was getting, it was brought home to me that everyone in the room knew what we would be doing in just a few hours.
I grabbed her hand and made a hasty retreat because one pep talk from my brothers on what to do was more than enough; thank you very much. I was twitchy as fuck in the back of that car on the way to the airstrip, which was right on the estate, and by the time we were strapped in and ready for take-off, I was sweating bullets. I thought I was prepared, but now I’m not so sure.
I don’t remember it being this hot in this damn plane or this enclosed. Her arms brushed mine, and every hair on my body stood on end. Maybe I’m coming down with something. My tongue was tied, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to her. I wasn’t nervous or afraid, not for myself at any rate, but for her.
In my mind, I saw myself pretty much like a caged tiger, prowling back and forth, my need barely leashed. It felt as if the last year of waiting and