Page 14 of Blood on Ice

“I don’t even know your name.” The words were out before I remembered I shouldn’t care what his name was.

“My name is Vito.”

I nodded. When he let go of me, I ran a hand over my face and pushed back my hair. This was wrong. I needed to take a firm stand. I needed to let him know this wasn’t going to happen again.

“You’ve got my signature, and I can’t stop you from watching me play, but quit following me. And don’t text me again.”

You didn’t have to respond.

That was true. Why did I feel compelled to text him, look at him, touch him?

“I’m not going away, and you don’t really want me to.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

He raised his brows. “I know more than you think.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

“Go back to your friends.”

Walk away. I really needed to ignore him from now on. Getting close to him was way too dangerous.

I gave him one more glance, which hopefully didn’t show the longing I felt, then walked back to my friends.

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VITO

Ismiled at Zeke’s retreat.Go ahead and run. I’ll catch you eventually. By then you’ll be so hungry for me you won’t even try to escape.

I exited the bar, knowing that if I kept flirting with Zeke from across the room, I was going to go over to him and insist that he come home with me. That would cause a scene. Neither of us needed to attract that much attention.

I wasn’t ready to move to the next stage anyway. I was watching him openly now, letting him know how I felt, but we weren’t going to go beyond that. Not yet. Still, I couldn’t force myself to leave.

I settled into the comfort of my nondescript black SUV and watched the entrance of the bar. I knew I might be in for a long wait, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have anything urgent to do.

Finally, Zeke stepped out of the bar. He was alone, and I was so damn tempted to jump out, grab him, toss him in my SUV, and have him home with me in no time. Or I could have him right here, the backseat was plenty big enough even for the two of us.

You’re assuming he wants you to fuck him.

He does. I can tell by the way he looks at me. He’s resisting it though, because he senses how dangerous I can be. He’s trying to be a good boy.

I watched him as he walked to his black Mercedes AMG-GT. I hung back until he pulled out of the parking lot, then followed him. I made sure to keep a car or two between us. I doubted he’d notice the tail, but I didn’t want to take chances. Not yet.

He whipped around a corner, and I followed, certain now that he was heading back to his apartment.

I hadn’t found out too many details about him. I wanted there to be some mystery, some surprises, but I had found out where he lived, his phone number, his schedule, all the basics I would need to keep a close eye on him.

To stalk him.

I dismissed that scolding voice in my head which sounded far too much like my brother.

Not that Val was any kind of saint. If Liam had tried to run from him, Val would have followed him to the ends of the earth and dragged him right back here. Once he set his sights on Liam, he knew the man was his.

Just like Zeke was mine.

So why are you playing games? If he’s yours, take him.

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