Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,36

Using his feet to push his chair back, he wheeled over to the cage. “You can drink water from the tap.”

I held on to sarcasm like my life depended on it. “Gee, you’ve thought of everything.”

Unlocking the cage, he stood from his chair and stepped inside. “Your attitude’s showing.”

No princess, no woman, why yes, it was. “So what?”

“I pulled over and ran you on the access road on the side of the highway earlier today because physical exertion is a natural anxiety and stress reliever,” he stated unemotionally as he grabbed a phone from a pile of them on a shelf. “If you need to run again, there’s a treadmill in the downstairs gym.” He stepped back out of the cage, shoved the chair over to the desk and sat.

I felt like I’d been slapped in the face. “Wow. Good to know.”

He powered on the cell, then glanced up at me with a completely locked expression. “What else do you need?”

“Did I say I needed anything?” What an asshole.

“Simple question, Summer.” With the phone in his hand, he laced his fingers around it and rested his elbows on his knees.

“Summer,” I mocked my own damn name. “Well, that’s the kiss of death.” I hated him like this. I hated it more than I ever knew he had the capacity to not be like this.

His expression still vigilantly locked, his eyes on me, he didn’t reply.

Out of nowhere, a rush of jealousy hit me, and I was spinning down a sinkhole.

Did he ever bring his psycho ex here? Did he fuck her in the bed he said I was supposed to sleep in? Did he shower with her in the damn bathroom he’d told me to use? Did he ever give her his smile before he told her she was nothing to him?

Did he ever treat her as coldly and detached as he was treating me now?

Because all I’d seen was heat and anger from him toward her, and that wasn’t the mark of a man who didn’t give a damn.

Dropping my crossed arms, I shrugged out of his jacket and let it hit the floor. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

I turned and fled before he saw the tears in my eyes.

FUCKING NINETEEN.

Nineteen.

That was the shit that should’ve had my dick recoiling. Attitude, immaturity and insecurity. Not fucking hot.

But tell that to my cock.

The second she’d dumped my jacket on the floor, I wanted to come between her huge tits. I didn’t give a shit that she’d called me an asshole. She was right. I was being a grade-A dick to her. On purpose. Because I couldn’t be in this goddamn cabin with her for two hours, let alone two days if she was going to look at me like she’d looked at me when I carried her across the driveway.

I’d wind up fucking her. Then I’d shred her cunt and the naiveté she acted like she didn’t have. I’d probably fuck her sobriety up too. Assuming neither of us got taken out by a Vincenzo contracted sniper first.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, kicking the door to my security room shut.

Forcing myself to refocus, I dialed Luna as I held the burner between my ear and shoulder and typed a couple commands into my monitoring system.

Luna picked up on the first ring. “I can’t talk right now, babe. I’m with a client.”

Fuck. Luna never said babe, and he didn’t answer the phone when he couldn’t speak. I read between the lines. “Vincenzo’s there?”

“I’m not in the office, babe. Start dinner without me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Luna hung up.

“Goddamn it.” I scrolled through the camera feeds for the property, but only half of them had visibility because of the snow, and even those angles were useless. By the time I’d see someone, they’d be on top of me.

Spending the next few minutes switching the cameras to pick up heat signals, I waited for Luna’s call back, but when it didn’t come, I dialed Ronan.

“You make it?” he asked immediately.

“How’d you know it was me?” Fucker could’ve blown my location.

“I bought you those burners.”

Goddamn. “And you what? Memorized the numbers?”

“Just the prefixes. Luna was trying to get a hold of you. Took you longer than we expected. Any problems?”

“Besides the weather?” I snorted. “No. Just watch the road coming up.”

“I’ve got chains I can put on if I need to.”

“You’ll need them.” I heard the water upstairs turn on. “What’s going on with Luna? I just called

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