Page 90 of Untamed

She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t stutter. Doesn’t realise, or doesn’t care, that men have died for less.

But Jordyn Windslow walks in like she’s not afraid of anything. Not even me.

Enzo’s halfway out of his chair already. “Jordyn, this is a private meeting?—”

She cuts straight past him like he isn’t there. Her eyes don’t even flick toward him.

They’re on me. Locked, loaded,burning.

Footsteps storm across the marble floor, each step a drumbeat of fury. Her cheeks are tinted red, strands of blonde hair loose against her temples, eyes blazing cerulean fire. She reaches the table in two angry strides, chest heaving, breath sharp as glass.

What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ares?” Jordyn’s voice cracks through the haze of cigar smoke and silence, fierce and raw. I stare at her, unblinking, caught in the collision of her storm and my own annoyance.

She stands like a live wire, trembling with rage and something deeper,

betrayal, perhaps? Her fists sit curled at her sides, knuckles white and trembling slightly.

Then, from the far end of the table, Luciano’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Figlio?” Luciano pipes up, his tone clipped and ice-cold. It’s not curiosity. It’s contempt.

One word.

Calm, low and loaded.

He doesn’t need to say more. The look he gives me says it all. What isshedoing here? She’s making a fool of you. Handle itnow.

I don’t say a word.

I just stare at her, long enough to make the men around the table shift in their seats. Long enough for the storm in her eyes to rise and meet mine like a goddamn challenge.

Then I stand.

Slow. Deliberate.

“Ci scusate.” My voice is low, stony.

Without waiting for a response, I take her by the arm, not roughly, but firm enough to make it clear she doesn’t get to walk into my world and hijack it.

She stiffens. “Let go of me, Ares.”

I don’t.

I pull her out of the room and into one of the private VIP alcoves, kick the door shut behind us, and turn to face her.

“First of all,” I growl, stepping into her space, “don’t youeverstorm into my office like that again.”

She rips her arm out of my grip, eyes blazing.

“Ohreally?” she snaps. “You didn’t really leave me much choice, did you?”

I narrow my eyes. “And you think barging into my office while I was in an important meeting was a smart move, bambina?”

“No,” she spits. “But I wasn’t exactly thinking straight after finding out the club Iworkedin has burned to the ground along with the man who hired me in it.” Jordyn’s eyes flash with renewed rage when I don’t say anything. “It was you, wasn’t it. You burned it down like you said you would. All because I didn’t listen to you, and now Rocco is dead.”

I offer a slow shrug, my tone flat. “Faulty gas line. That’s what the news said, didn’t it?” She stares at me, breathing hard, like she’s trying to make sense of the man standing in front of her. The man who kissed her like she was oxygen and now speaks like he’s nothing but smoke.

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