Page 24 of Justyce
I raise my eyebrow. “I’m aware of that, but it’s the way it has to be right now.”
Shuffling to the fridge, Olga shakes her head. Shame sinks heavily into my gut, like an anchor weighing me down. I hate disappointing her.
She shoves a plate in my hand, her soulful brown eyes urging me to rethink what I’m doing. I shift and turn my face from her. She doesn’t push because she knows I’ve made my mind up.
I grab a liter bottle of water from the fridge, kiss Olga on the head while muttering a thanks, then rush out of the kitchen. When I reach the top of the stone stairwell, I unlock the double door and tread quietly. Pulling out my phone, I bring up the security cameras and heave a sigh of relief when I see Kenzi passed out.
Turning the key in the timber door, I tiptoe in and place her food and water on the table. Just as I reach the door and am about to leave, I hear a rustle and hope Kenzi’s shifting in her sleep. No such luck.
“What? Can’t face me, Justyce? The big, bad Mafia man is nothing but a coward,” she scoffs.
My fist clenches and unclenches out of her line of sight, as does my jaw, I won’t show her she’s hit an already twitching nerve and is digging her nails into the festering flesh.
The door handle feels hot in my hand, and so many retaliating words filter through my skull, singing the tip of my tongue. I hold them back because I know they’ll be spat in anger and come out jumbled and make fuck all sense.
“Still nothing? You once said to me that I couldn’t hide from you, that even when I thought I was hidden you could still see me. The same applies, Justyce.”
The words fly out my mouth like fucking bleach soaked poisonous daggers as I turn and face her in the dark room.
“You think you know me?” A delirious chuckle escapes my mouth. “You have no fucking idea. When I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you never knew me or crossed me!” I seethe.
I expect her to match my ferocity, so when she doesn’t I’m more than disappointed − I’m ropeable.
“I already do, Justyce.”
Something comes over me and I wish could fucking explain it but I can’t. A conflagration of emotions fuck me seven ways to Sunday, soaring and searing through every single follicle on my body.
“Crawl to me. Now.”
“Fuck off,” she spits, her back still facing me.
“Now, Kenzi!”
She laughs, actually laughs at me. “I may be your prisoner, but I’m not one of your servants or mafia buddies you can order around.” She lifts her head, finally turning to me. Even in the dim light those electric hues buckle my damn knees.
“I will never bow to you,” she clips.
Anger clouds my vision and all I hear is my shoes clicking along the concrete floor before I find my hand wrapped around her long knotted locks, forcing her face up to look at mine.
“You will bow, my Dark One. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but you will.” The mania rises, wrapping me in its toxicity as I lean closer toward her.
My cock punches the placket of my pants when our lips are a breath away. My composure is frizzling, teetering, ready to break free from its bind, but I’m obstinate. I won’t cave before she does.
Kenzi’s breathing comes in harsh bursts. Arousal and hate are swimming through those intense irises like they did back in high school. “When you give in, Kenzi, when you finally cave, I’ll show you exactly what it’s like to be fucked and to let go of all those demons strangling you.” My tongue darts out licking across her plump bottom lip and her eyes flare wide. “And I can’t wait.”
With that, I bolt out the door, slamming it shut and leaning against the ominous timber breathing heavily.What the fuck.
Looking down, I can see the evidence the interaction with Kenzi has on me. Fuck sakes. I peer at my watch and groan. Acheron and Arrow will be here already.
Closing my eyes I take some much needed deep breaths. When I feel like I’m in control, I head up the stairs and lock the door to the dungeon. I don’t even need to turn around to know someone is behind me.
“What happened down there?” Acheron coos.
Turning around I face Acheron and scowl at him. “Don’t you have anyone else’s balls to bust?”
His eyes are dancing with devilry and I want to smack that smug look off his face. “Yours are my favorite though.”
Regardless of the shit going on, this prick always manages to pull a smile from me, even if it’s like pulling teeth. “You’re an asshole.”
