Page 94 of With This Kiss
“Don’t touch me,” she said harshly. “I… I need some space.”
She turned and walked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.
I didn’t stop her, even when that was all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to give her any space, but it seemed like just one push from me could make her break apart completely.
So all I could do was stand there helplessly and watch her disappear inside the room.
I lefther alone in the apartment.
I didn’t think she would be going anywhere tonight. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, considering she still didn’t have any of her clothes or shoes with her.
But she had locked herself in my bedroom, and no matter what I said, she refused to open the door.
I could break in. I had thought about that.
How fucking tempting it had been.
Instead, I left the house and drove to the outskirts of the city to a small meat factory that was closed for the night.
There were a few cars parked out front when I pulled up and got out of my car. I didn’t speak to anyone as I walked straight to the back, where there was an empty freezer. Or at least, it had been empty earlier in the day.
That was no longer the case.
It now held seven of the Caparelli men who had joined Tito, thinking they would have a better future with him.
Stupid fuckers.
All their loyalty got them was being lined up shirtless in a meat freezer, about to become nothing more than food for the worms at the back of this property. And Tito had escaped as soon as he realized it wouldn’t do him any good to stick around.
They were all lined up in a row against the wall, shirtless and shaky, probably from both the cold and their fear.
Caine looked back at me when he heard the door open and close. His face was marred with rage.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” he said, moving toward me, his nostrils flaring like a fucking bull.
“At my apartment,” I answered calmly.
“You son of a bitch. You made a move on my sister? She’s innocent in all of this.”
I shoved him off when he got close. “I didn’t make a move on her. She approached me.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. You think I’m stupid?”
“No, which is why you’re going to believe me when I tell you she approached me wanting to get revenge for Etta.”
That seemed to take much of his anger away. “Etta?”
I nodded. Realization dawned on his face, and he closed his eyes. “Are you fucking serious?”
I nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me something like this involved Kingston?”
“Because I don’t fucking believe it was Kingston. And even if it was, I need the fucker more than I need to help my sister seek revenge for her friend.”
His face didn’t change as he said that. How fucking cold.
But I got it.
His need for vengeance outweighed his sister’s.
