Page 48 of Cain
“Katerina, go to your room,” he growls sternly, crossing his arms.
“What?”
“Go to your room. Now.”
My blood boils. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger surges through me.
“You don’t get to order me around,” I snap, my voice shaking and my adrenaline instantly peaking.
He steps closer, his presence towering over me, suffocating.
“Katerina, you’re testing me,” he murmurs, his voice softer.
I cross my arms, refusing to back down. “Maybe I am.”
Landon lowers his head, but I can feel his eyes nailed on me while a sinister smirk creeps upon his lips.
In a flash, Cain’s fingers wrap around my wrist, yanking me forward until my body collides with his. A sharp gasp escapes my lips, but he doesn’t let go.
Suddenly, I shake harder, but out of fear this time. “I said. Go. To. Your. Room. Katerina.”
I realize I have to obey. I have to do as he says. I lower my eyes, and his grip around my neck loosens as if he’s permitting me to depart. So, I do. I head to my bedroom.
“No,” I mumble to myself. I stand behind the wall so I can hear what they’re talking about. I need to know.
“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Landon quips.
Carefully, I lean forward, just enough to see what’s happening.
“What did you just say?” Cain raises a brow, his voice gruff and dripping with threat.
“It’s just an observation,” Landon declares, his gaze steady and away from Cain’s.
Cain prowls closer to him. “I would advise you to keep your observations to yourself.” He grips Landon’s blazer collar and tightens his grip on it. “Or better yet, don’t even look at her.”
I can feel Landon’s uneasiness. It reeks all over the place. “Got it, boss.”
Cain doesn’t let go of Landon immediately, but he lets his imposing eyes penetrate his soul for a bit longer.
Eventually, he lets go. “Now talk.” His voice is low, laced with boredom like he’s already lost interest. “What about him?”
Landon straightens his blazer and clears his throat.
“He wants a meeting. Wants to talk partnership,” Landon says finally.
Cain remains motionless, his expression calm and steady. Almost soulless. He merely hums—such a mysterious, sexy, and creepy at the same time noise.
“Tell me, Landon. When I ordered you to send Torres a message, what exactly did you do?”
I can see Landon’s sweat trickling down his temple. Did he fuck up?
“I’m sorry, I …”
“You what?” Cain growls calmly.
“I handled it differently,” he says, his voice tight but a bit shaky. “I thought it’d be better to let them sweat.”
“You thought?”
