Page 64 of Ours

Shaking her arm, she moved out of his reach. Looking back at the other security officers, she narrowed her green eyes. If they knew what was good for them, they would leave her be.

“If Bloodbayne finds out that any one of you laid a finger on me, he will cut off your cocks and shove them down your throats. Until I have this baby, I’m off limits,” she spat.

Freezing in place, the three men looked at Taron as he recovered from the surprise hit. Her threat carried weight; they weren’t about to step in unless they were specifically told to.

Lifting his hand to rub his pained jaw, Taron righted his hunched body. Moving away from the wall, he fought the urge to grab her by the throat. She was lucky she was knocked up, it was the only thing keeping her alive.

“As soon as you have that thing, your ass ismine,”he said.

Holding in a laugh, she made a show of rolling her eyes. Kade would take care of him soon enough. Not wanting to spend another moment surrounded by idiots, she started back down the hallway towards Bloodbayne’s office.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, lifting her hand to give him the middle finger as she walked away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to.”

Spitting a curse, Taron followed quickly after her. Keeping a small distance, he said a silent prayer that she really had been summoned. There would be hell to pay if she was lying.

Looking over her shoulder, she hissed another warning. She didn’t want to waste all her energy on the jerk, but she would if need be. “Don’t come any closer,” she spat.

Reluctantly obliging her, he kept his strides short. Wiggling the stiffness from his jaw, he focused his intense gaze on her every move. Semi-confident that she wasn’t reaching for any concealed weapons, he backed off a little more.

Reaching the door to Bloodbayne’s office, she grabbed onto the metal doorknob. Twisting it open, she boldly entered the large space. Taking a handful of steps inside, her eyes searched around the room for the disfigured crime boss. Finding him pacing in front of the wall of floor to ceiling windows, she walked towards him.

Caught off guard by Lexi’s entrance. Bloodbayne halted his shuffled steps. Narrowing his blue eyes, he looked back and forth between her and Taron as he stumbled behind her.Just what the fuck was going on?

Noticing the livid look on his Boss’ face, Taron cleared his throat nervously. Coming to an abrupt stop, he motioned towards her with his hand. “I... I tried to stop her, Boss...she...she says you asked her to—”

Stomping his foot against the marble floor, Bloodbayne silenced his fumbling mouth. Giving him a scathing look, he felt his anger spike. Partly from his seemingly ineffective security, and partly from the girl barging in when she was supposed to be in Miami. She’d better have one hell of an excuse for being back so soon.

“Search her and leave us,” he growled.

Nodding his head, Taron all but ran towards her. Doing exactly as he was told, he began the process of patting her down for any weapons. Swiping his hands over her limbs and torso, he purposefully missed her pregnant belly. With Bloodbayne staring directly at him, he didn’t want to be accused of accidentally hurting little Junior.

Patiently waiting for him to finish, she kept her narrowed gaze glued on the scarred fucker. Imagining all of the ways she couldkill him, she felt a pleasurable giddiness consume her. She couldn’t wait to hear him beg for his miserable life.

Finishing his search, Taron stood to full height. Confident that she wasn’t packing anything, he turned towards Bloodbayne. “She’s clean.”

Lifting the glass of bourbon to his nonexist lips, Bloodbayne took a drink. Swallowing the liquid, he winced as if trailed a line of fire down his throat. He didn’t know if he was too sober, or too drunk for whatever nonsense that was to come.

“Good,leave,”he barked.

Nodding once, Talon excused himself from the pair. Rushing towards the door, he slipped from the office with a silent thanks to God. He really needed to find a new career, these mobster games were starting to get old.

Waiting for the door to fully close, Bloodbayne glared at the brunette. Pushing out a sigh, he slowly made his way over to her. “Where’s Cyris?” he asked.

Shrugging her shoulders, she gave him the honest truth, “Miami.”

Gripping the glass in his gnarled hand, he inched his way closer. Taking in her peculiar body language, he surmised something was amiss. Her stance was too wide, her eyes a little too wild. It reminded him of how his son held himself before he broke his spirit.

“And why aren’tyouthere with him?” he asked, downing the rest of his liquor.

Balling her hands into tight fists at her side, she stared at him as he moved to stand before her. Taking on an air of nonchalance, she debated on whether she should remove her blade.

“Because I don’t want to be. You’re not running my life anymore, Bloodbayne. I’m here to take it back! I’m here to take itallback,” she said, her voice low and hard.

Pushing out a deep laugh, he shook his bald head. Pulling back his free hand, he let his arm swing, viciously backhanding her across the face. The act of violence caused a loud“smack”to echo against the walls.

“Stupid little cunt! I own you! I ownallof you!” he bellowed, motioning to her stomach. “You’re not takinganythingfrom me!”

Wincing from the slap, she righted her stinging face. Standing her ground, she wrangled her racing heartbeat. Realizing that her cheek had split from his ruby ring, she pressed her lips together as a trickle of blood ran down her skin.She was hoping he would do something stupid like that.

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