Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,28
fight. I twist and kick at him, discovering
stripper heels might be useful after I make contact with his shin. I think it’s his shin. Whatever. I’m beyond caring as he lets me go.
“Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you?” He grunts as we both look down at his jeans. They have a large rip and blood is seeping though.
“I’m so sorry.”
I go forward only to hear him say, “Just fucking relax.” He throws himself into a chair and leans his head back. My eyes dart around the room as I only now remember that we’re not alone.
“Nice one, Axel.” Thor saunters in, a huge smile on his face, prompting Axel to grunt out a fuck you, David.
“So. I’m guessing you must be Cookie?” He turns to me; his eyes are such an unusual color. I nod.
“No, wait. Candy. I’m Candy, not Cookie.” His lips twitch.
When I glance over at Axel, he’s staring at me like I’m some kind of strange being.
“Sorry, I’m frazzled. This is crazy. Like that was crazy—” I point at the door letting my voice drift off since no one in the room seems fazed at all.
“Can someone get her some fucking clothes?” Axel snaps. “I would, but I’m bleeding.”
Turning, I look at him, my hand covering my mouth. “I am so sorry. I can’t believe I did that. It’s only that you seem to make me do things I would never do.”
I move toward him again.
“No, stop.” He rubs the back of his neck and stares at me like he’s not quite sure what to do with me.
“I feel horrible. Oh God, you’re really bleeding. Should I take you to a hospital? Shit, I don’t have a car. Do any of you have a car?” I jump up and down, shaking my hands. Why is no one helping me? And why is Thor smiling? No, he’s laughing, along with the dark-haired guy who’s also wearing a Disciples vest.
“Stop jumping, Antoinette,” Axel says gruffly. His eyes darken as they travel up and down my body. And suddenly I can’t breathe very well again.
“Okay.” Thor nods at me and turns to the tall, buff guy. “It looks like Axel’s in good hands, Ryder. Let’s go find Blade.” He walks past us and waits at the door for, I guess, Ryder.
“Get me some ice, assholes,” Axel shouts after them as the door slams.
Stunned, I stare at the office door, willing someone to knock and save me. But since that’s not happening, I slowly turn to face him. The room is silent save for the monitors, which have the volume on low.
“Can I get you some ice?” I clear my voice because it’s gone all raspy again.
His eyes narrow on me, forcing me to acknowledge that my fantasy of this man was simply that: a fantasy.
Mitchell doesn’t exist. Thinking the owner was a super hot, slightly dangerous rock star who rode a Harley and wore a vest saying Disciples MC was pathetic. I bite my bottom lip waiting for Axel to speak since apparently he kills people, or at least that’s the rumor floating around.
The silence is unbearable. “You know what? I think I will get you that ice,” I say. “It’s the least I can do…” He raises a dark brow, silencing me. I can’t move. It’s like his eyes have some strange power over me. Realistically, I should run, and yet all I want is to move closer to him. Talk to him. Gaze at his full lips, which kind of smile and slightly snarl.
I want him to look at me the way he did before. It makes me feel alive and secure in a way only dancing can compare. Yet maybe that isn’t even real.
“How old are you?” He launches himself out of the chair and walks to the corner where he grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“I’m legal if that’s what you’re worried about.” It comes out snippy, making him stop reaching into a cabinet to look at me.
Wow. This guy is seriously cut, and I’ve spent my entire life around dancers. His shirt has ridden up so I can see his muscled abs… Oh God, he has a V. He must work out all day long, or maybe he has superior genes…
He cocks his head. And I have to force my eyes to meet his.
“Why do you always answer a question with a question?” He examines my face, which is now on fire, then looks away and opens a black cabinet, taking out two