Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,59

you have an orgasm when you were a virgin?”

“No. I felt like there was a red hot poker trying to remove my brain through my vagina.”

I quirked an eyebrow as the phone switched on. “Really? Is that what it feels like for women?”

“Yeah...” She frowned. “And that's being nice.”

“Huh.” So maybe the time I fucked that virgin she wasn't screaming in pleasure after all. No wonder she refused to speak to me again—or maybe I refused to speak to her. That was usually how it went.

“You're thinking about how many times you've been a heartless piece of shit to a virgin, aren't you?”

I'd been looking at the phone screen, but with that, I jerked my head up and my attention snapped to her. “What?”

She shrugged a shoulder then looked down. “Nothing.”

“Obviously it's something,” I fired back, looking at her flushing cheeks. “Or you wouldn't be blushing like a virgin in a strip club, would you?”

“Can you just not be a total fucking ass for ten minutes?” Her blue eyes were blazing when she peered up at me. “Is it that hard for you? Because I'm getting real tired of it, Carlo.”

“Is there a number for the guard and a nearby pizza place?”

“What?”

“Is there a number for the guard and a nearby pizza place?” I held up the phone. “This is you being hungry and me not being an ass, babe, so co-operate with me.”

She stood up and yanked open the drawer that housed the key to the basement earlier. A half-torn piece of paper came flying out of it. Adriana attempted to throw it at me, but instead it fluttered to the ground between us. She bent down, picked it up, then shoved it at my chest. “There's the guard. He'll know pizza.”

I just caught it before it fell back to the floor, right as she stormed past me. “Where are you going?”

“To the toilet!” she snapped, her hair flying as she spun around. “Is that okay with you?”

I was guessing 'no' wasn't the correct answer, so instead of answering, I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. I decided to step outside the front door to make the calls—she clearly didn't do hunger too well, and if I stayed there much longer, I'd probably be fearing for my life by the time the pizza showed up.

I called the guard and he gave me a number for a pizza place a few blocks away. I placed the order then headed back inside, making sure to lock the door behind me again, then turned off the phone. There were several of them in boxes stacked on the island next to my—

Where the fuck was my gun?

“Adriana?” I called out. “Addy!”

“What?” She emerged from the hallway, running her fingers through the ends of her hair over and over again. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Where's my gun?”

She looked at the island, then back at me. “How do I know? I have my own gun. I don't need yours.”

“Then someone else is here, because I didn't move it.”

She shrugged. “I have my own.”

I stared at her. I knew she was lying—I could see it in the way she kept looking between the island and me. I didn't know what she wanted with my gun, but she held her distrust the way you'd hold a newborn baby; carefully, softly, and very, very obviously.

And then it hit me.

She didn't know how she'd been found at home.

For all she knew, the person who notified her father was Isaiah, Darien, or... me.

“Fine.” I turned away and rubbed my forehead.

She had every reason to distrust me—and I had nothing to say back that could make it better. If getting her ass the hell out of California and letting her take me to a place only she knew exists wasn't enough, I was fresh outta fucking ideas, and quite honestly, I just wanted a goddamn beer.

Or to beat the shit outta someone. That would calm me down, too.

“I don't know what you're planning,” I said quietly, my back to her. Instinct startled inside me, and awareness buzzed across my skin. I knew exactly where my gun was, and so did she, because I knew without turning around and looking that it was in her hand and it was pointed at me. “But shooting me isn't going to make it happen any quicker. You shoot me, and you're on your own. As strong as you are, you aren't ready for that.”

“I wouldn't be alone. I could call Gaige.”

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