Page 95 of With This Kiss
“And now that she’s at your place, what the fuck are you going to do?”
I was going to keep her.
But I doubted that was the kind of answer he wanted to hear.
“I’m going to let her stay with me while we get her apartment sorted out,” I lied. She wasn’t just staying with me temporarily. Now that I had her in my place, she was going to stay there.
She was going to stay with me.
Caine shook his head. “She can stay with me.”
“No.”
“No?” he repeated, looking incredulous, as if the word was never in his vocabulary to begin with.
“Not happening,” I reiterated.
He came up close to me, our noses touching. While I was taller than him by about an inch or two, the fucker more than made up for it in bulk. We would be pretty evenly matched, but I couldn’t give two shits about that.
No one was taking Jamie from me, not even her brother.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard me. She’s staying with me.”
The door opened again, and this time Kingston walked in. He quietly assessed the situation before walking between Caine and me. “Break it up.”
“Do you fucking know what your brother is doing with my sister?”
Kingston shrugged, not appearing at all surprised, but that could be because he was good at controlling his facial expressions. But then again, I wouldn’t be shocked if the fucker already knew.
“Isn’t your sister an adult? I’m sure she can make her own choices,” he said. “Or do you feel like you get to choose for her? Are you living up to your family tradition of finding a husband for her?”
“Fuck you,” Caine spat out. “You fucking know why.”
Kingston shrugged, like he couldn’t care less. “Then you can ask her yourself whether Reign is coercing her. Until then, we have business to take care of.” Kingston turned to the captives. “I know these are Caparelli’s men, and you probably have your way of dealing with them, but I would like to ask them a few questions before you begin.”
The men’s shakes grew more intense.
I stepped in front of Kingston. He stopped when he noticed me, but his expression didn’t change. I tried to imagine him as someone who would hurt a woman weaker than him, to the point where she felt she had no way out, but I…
I just couldn’t see it.
Jamie had to be wrong about him.
But what if she wasn’t?
I didn’t fucking know.
“I want a turn with them first,” I said. Kingston didn’t say anything for a moment, then he nodded and stepped to the side.
I rounded on the men, my heart pumping steadily. I could smell their fear, the scent intensifying as I got closer.
Unluckily for them, I was already feeling wired about what happened with Jamie back at my place. Plus, the fact that they were involved in her getting hurt tonight…
I was going to make it hurt.
It was wellpast midnight by the time I got home.
