Page 96 of Dance of Defiance
“ROMAN!!!” I yell, wrenching his arm even harder in his shoulder socket and making him wince. “Fuckingstop!” I hiss as he tries to jam his foot onto mine. ”The fuck is your goddamn problem!!”
“You!” he roars back.
He actually does get my foot this time, just enough for me to momentarily lose my focus and my grip. But before he can get a punch in, I grab his wrists and slam him back against the wall.
“STOP!” I yell in his face. “The fuck is this about!?”
“My father, you fuck!” he spits. “He could have died!”
I blink, staring at him. “Your…” My brow furrows. “Fuck, Roman, what happened to your?—”
“Your brother’s people fucking tried to blow up him and Nikolai Antonov!”
My mind goes numb for a second. Then I frown and shake my head. “What? No, he didn’t?—”
“Likefuckhe didn’t!” Roman hurls back, straining in my grip. “My dad and Bane’s were at a safe house.No oneknows its location. And yet,your brother’sfucking people were able to find them and…”
Shit. Suddenly, I think I know why Evie’s been locked in her room all day.
“Jesus,Roman,” I growl. “I’m so sorry. How’s your?—”
I barely miss his fist, grunting before I grab his arms again and slam them back to the wall, my weight against his.
“STOP IT!” I roar.
“No fucking way!” he hurls back. “No one knew about that safe house,” he hisses. “No one. But I had the address in my phone.”
I stare at him. “And you’re blaming me because…?”
“Because you had my phone last night,” he hisses. “When you…when…”
When I took his phone and snapped some spicy pics of me slurping his dick.
I blink, utterly bemused as I stare at him. “When I was?—”
“When you took those fucking perverted pictures,” he mumbles.
“Hold on,” I growl, still pressing my body to his. “You think I’m James fucking Bond? That I…what, seduced you—which, spoiler alert, doesn’t take much?—”
He surges against me, trying to escape my grip. But my frame pins him to the wall even tighter.
Our pulses jump together.
“You—”
“Youseriouslythink that somehow, in the middle of taking hot pics, and, you know,sucking your dick,” I snap, “I magically knew you had an address to a safe house I don’t even know about on your phone, andfound itsomehow?”
“He could have died!” Roman snarls, twisting in my grip.
“And I’m sorry!” I roar back. “But I didn’t have shit to do with any of it!!”
Roman grunts, half shoving me back before I slam against him, keeping him against the wall, my chest to his.
“Is that who made you this way?” I growl.
Roman scowls at me. “What?”
“I’m guessing it’s your dad’s old school Russian homophobia that has you so fucking twisted up and hating who you are?” I snap.
