eyes would be spitting sparks from the fury vibrating around her.
“Don’t call me that.” Her voice is timid and breathless as if the wind was knocked out her. “Never again, Mackson. That time in our lives is over and done with.” Lana’s voice shocks me with the sudden fierceness in her tone.
I might have even felt hurt if I hadn’t been so surprised by her display of strength and confidence. It appears Lana has changed. The Lana I used to know was full of hesitation, she’d sooner turn her back on someone and stew on the problems than face the person head on. And she definitely never had a tone which went that low and angry.
Why do I care?
I don’t. However, her new defiance and show of courage sends a surprise jolt to my cock. Jesus. I need to get the fuck away from her as soon as possible or I’m going do something I will regret, something my shredded heart will hate me for later.
My stare turns cold making sure she understands exactly how I feel about her and then I leave the room without a word.
Not knowing where the hell Slater wants me to put Lana, I leave the woman from my past in Della’s room and slam the door. I lean against the wall, struggling to get my breathing under control. Lifting my right hand I place it over my chest, my heart jackhammering against my ribs, each thump a betrayal, my own body working against me.
I bend down and rest my hands on my thighs, breathing in and out slowly. “Fuck.” I shake my head, unable to believe after five fucking years she still affects me this way. Lana Scavello still owns my fucking heart, and that fact alone makes me hate her even more.
I stand up straight having finally calmed down. I gotta get out of here for a while. As soon as Slater gets back, I’m gone.
Pacer comes running upstairs with one of the dining room chairs. I stand back while he secures the top of the chair under the door handle, making it impossible for the handle to be turned. Pacer begins to speak, but I put a finger to my lips to silence him. I want to see if Lana will go for the door handle when she thinks we’ve gone downstairs or if she will be a good captive and sit down and wait her time out.
Lana from five years ago was full of doubts, she’d go inside of herself for hours thinking and stewing over everything before coming to a decision.
At the same time our heads whip around to the door when we hear our sister’s bedroom window being opened and a loud splintering sound.
No, she wouldn’t?
Both Pacer and I furiously start pulling the chair from the door when we hear the distinct sound of the fly screen window bouncing down the roof and off the ledge. Christ.
“Lana, don’t you dare climb out that window,” I shout. My heart threatens to explode with thoughts of her walking across our roof and possibly jumping.
No, she wouldn’t jump.
Not the Lana I remember.
“Screw you, Mack,” she yells back.
My lips tip up and my mouth itches to call back that I already have, but then a frown crosses my features as I remember where that screwing got me—a broken heart.
We finally get the door open and my eyes find two legs hanging inside the window.
“Shit,” my older brother whispers beside me.
I jump into action and grab Lana’s ankle just as it’s about to disappear out the window.
Lana screams and starts kicking her leg around crazily.
“Lana, get the hell back in here before you fall and fucking kill yourself,” I growl.
Lana stills for a split second and then her sandaled foot kicks straight into my dick and I grunt in pain, bending trying to catch my breath from the surprise hit. Pacer grimaces and laughs at the same time.
“Bitch,” I whisper.
“I heard that, Mackson,” Lana yells.
“Don’t fucking kick me then. Jesus, Lana, you got thick wedges on those shoes, it’s not a fucking walk in the park having one of them shoved into my goddamned dick.”
Lana is using a lot of strength trying to pull her leg from me and she has her other foot on the roof on an incline. She must have hold of something, probably the bars that sit on top of the windows that are bolted to the roof.