Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,50
back because I don’t have any other clothes,” I say as I glance around the room at the stupid guys who instantly look away.
“He can deal with that.” He sips his coffee without looking up.
“This is ridiculous.” I huff, no longer embarrassed. “Axel can’t tell me what to wear.” I want to snap my fingers in the guy’s face.
“Again, not my problem.” He looks over at the door, a relieved smile on his face.
“Good, you’re here. Amy, Antoinette.” He says to the tall dark-haired woman looking to be mid to late forties.
“Oh.” I look at him then Amy. “Hi, I’m Antoinette.” I square my shoulders. “I was just getting a banana. I hope that’s okay.” I look her in the eyes as she stays silent but looks back at me.
“Sit.” She walks over to the stove and turns a burner on. What is the deal with these people? Do none of them have any manners? Ryder grabs a piece of bacon and gives Amy a kiss on her forehead.
“Good luck. Call me if you need me.” He winks at her and walks out of the kitchen with his coffee and bacon.
She tsks as she goes to wash her hands at the island’s sink. “I’m Amy. I don’t know what Axel has said…” She stops and I wait for her to continue, but when she remains quiet, I assume I’m supposed to talk.
“He said you were like his mother and that I was to see only you.”
I look over as three more guys walk into the kitchen. My eyes narrow on the one with the accent who wanted Axel to share me last night.
“Good morning, luv,” he says to Amy, then focuses on me. If blond, bearded guys covered in tattoos are your thing, then this is your guy. While he’s not as striking as Blade or the Thor guy, his body is intense.
He goes straight to the refrigerator and grabs some green slimy type of drink. Then he smiles at me.
“Lookie here.” His bloodshot eyes make me believe he’s still drunk or high. “It’s my lucky morning. I dreamt about you, darlin’.”
Do they all say darlin’? I grit my teeth. And I’m ready to kick him if he comes any closer, but Amy beats me to it with a spatula to his chest, stopping him.
“Axel’s.”
Like that’s a magical word, they all freeze and burst out laughing. He starts to viciously shake that disgusting green slime in the container and kisses Amy on the forehead the same way Ryder did.
She smiles. “It’s true.”
Now they all stare at me. I raise my head, challenging, almost daring them. My heart races. This is no joke. No wonder Ryder wanted to make sure I didn’t wander around. A moment of terror makes me look toward the door.
“You’re shitting me?” One of them laughs and my eyes dart back to them. Amy slides closer to me as if she can sense my unease.
“Axel don’t have a fucking ole lady.” His eyes rake over my body.
Okay, I need to think. I’m in a kitchen. If they come any closer, I’ll grab the frying pan and do what? It’s five against one because even though Amy’s a woman, she’s like Axel’s mom.
“Especially not an uptight snatch like this one.” He snorts as they all laugh. Again, the one with an accent tries to move toward me. “You want to come ride on daddy’s—”
“Fosters.”
His voice fills the room. The warning’s clear and I shiver and almost jump into his arms.
He stands in the doorway smoking a cigarette.
My heart thuds, and I’m so relieved to see him I almost burst into tears. Until it dawns on me that he’s the scariest of them all if the reaction of the others is any indication.
He walks in, examining every single one of them. The prospects stand still and the room’s oxygen level seems to have gone to zero.
Someone slightly wheezes.
Nobody moves.
Nobody says a word. It’s as if we’re all waiting for him.
He’s so unbelievably powerful it’s rather addictive to watch him. Barely able to breathe, I grab ahold of the dark marble island and try not to faint.
My heart is seriously skipping beats. He’s insanely beautiful. But what makes him so terrifying is his lack of fear.
It makes him dangerous. It’s in his eyes—they’re fierce and possessive. Instantly, I’m wet.
“VP, we didn’t know—” The two guys standing next to Fosters hold up their hands as if he has them at gunpoint.