Page 105 of Unforgiving Queen
A flush heated my neck. “And why’s that?”
“Because of what I’m about to do.”
I blinked in confusion.
“What are you going to do?” I snarked. “Kidnap me?” I snorted my disbelief. I didn’t know why that came to mind except that it was exactly what Enrico Marchetti and Illias Konstantin did. “Because that’s so original in your circles.”
Something flashed in his eyes, and I just shook my head at this ridiculous situation. It was time for me to get the heck out of here.
We stood there, our chests flush against each other, his dark eyes burning into me.
“That’s exactly right.”
38
AMON
“You’re kidnapping me?” she repeated slowly. My answer was a non-committal smile. I’d specifically done what Illias had warned me against, but it wasn’t my fault I’d shown her my hand too soon—barely a minute around her and my focus faltered.
I laughed darkly, the temperature in the space between us dropping a few degrees. “Let’s get out of here before your papà changes the plans again.”
I clutched her forearm and she yanked away from me. Before I could say anything, she pushed past without a word or so much as a look, her shoulders stiff. I followed, admiring those curves that tempted me while the scar on her right shoulder taunted me, reminding me of how much groveling I had ahead of me.
We exited the restaurant and she whirled around, facing me. “So we’re clear, I’m not going anywhere with you.” I ignored her, signaling for the valet to bring my car around. She tapped her pink heels impatiently. “Did you hear me?”
My gaze burned into hers. She hid behind thick, steel walls, but I’d made it my mission to break them down.
“It would be hard not to, considering you’re yelling. The entire street can hear you.”
She ignored me and flicked a glance at the valet. “Call me a taxi, please.”
I gripped her elbow, digging my fingers into her soft skin. The contact seared through me and shot straight to my groin. Jesus Christ. Touching her felt like heaven.
It’d been a long time since I’d touched her, one thousand two hundred and sixty-nine days to be exact, and now that I was, I was like an addict who’d been thrown back into the habit.
“You’re drunk, cinnamon girl,” I gritted. “And you’re going home with me.”
She had no idea I meant it literally.
“For what?” she challenged, but something sad glittered in her eyes. “It’s my party, my rehearsal dinner, and I can do what I want.” A muscle twitched in my jaw as I fought the urge to kiss her and shut her up that way.
“Let’s not forget you pretty much missed dinner,” I pointed out. “Very mature.”
She didn’t answer, but something told me her temper was at the point of burning this city to ashes.
“Your invitation has been rescinded,” she snapped. “For all future events. Now go to hell.”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I was a bomb waiting to go off and change our lives as we knew it. “I’m the brother of the groom. I’ll always be around.”
“You’re a—” She searched for a word that would offend me but couldn’t seem to come up with one. “Nobody.” I chuckled wryly, though there was nothing amusing about it. “I want to rip your heart out and feed it to the zoo animals.”
I let out a sardonic breath. “So vicious,” I said softly, the anger I’d lived with for the past three years slowly easing with each second I spent in her company.
Reina took a step toward me, her finger jabbing me in the chest. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I despise you, Amon Leone. And a lifetime without seeing you wouldn’t be long enough.”
My gaze flicked past her head where my car was pulling up.
“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way, cinnamon girl,” I drawled. “Because you’re about to see me every day for the rest of our lives.”
