Page 91 of Detained

“How did I do, handsome?”

She picks up the packet of cigarettes and lights one, leaning back on me as she exhales a plume of smoke into the air above us.

“Jax, Kai, out!” I order, and they silently slink to the exit, closing the door behind them.

“You’re lucky I’m about to torture the guy.” My jaw clenches thinking about his slimy hands itching to touch her.

She purses her lips and looks at me through her lashes. “I’ve heard you used to be quite good at sharing at the club.”

“That was different.”

She raises one of her elegant eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yes really. Those girls were never mine to be possessive over. You, however, are all mine. And I don’t share. At all.” It’s hard not to squeeze her tighter than I should.

She bursts out laughing.

“You’re too easy to wind up sometimes, Frankie.” She blows out her last drag and stubs it out.

Her hands frame my face. My nostrils flare as I fight the heat of anger burning within me. I’ve never been a jealous person, but, for Zara, I’d kill someone for looking at her the wrong way.

“I’m only yours, sir. Always.”

I let out a breath. Hearing her say the words out loud calms the rage burning inside me.

The door opens and Jax and Kai drag in a drugged and unconscious James.

“Well, that worked quickly.” The green of her eyes grow as they widen.

“It’s good stuff,” I reply. “Do you want to go out there and have a drink with Keller? I’ll deal with this asshole and then I’ll join you.”

She nods, pressing a kiss to my cheek.I grab her face and claim her lips, reminding her who she belongs to.

“Have fun.” She winks at me breathlessly before lifting herself off my lap.

Pouring myself a glass of scotch, I sit back and sip as Jax finishes tying James to the chair, leaving his head slumped over. Glancing over to the array of supplies, I know many of them I won’t be using. I know his type. He will talk at the first chance to save himself.

Picking up the taser, I shoot it at him and watch him vibrate on the chair. He breaks out into a coughing fit, gasping for air. I step in front of him, smiling down at him when his pale, wrinkly face looks up.

“Mr. Thompson, how are you feeling?”

He looks around the room and starts tugging at the ropes around his wrist. “Who are you?”

I step forward, forcefully grabbing his face, noticing the tension in his jaw as I tip his head back.

“I could be your worst fucking nightmare,” I say through gritted teeth. I release my grip and tap his cheek. “Or I could be your savior.”

He looks at me blankly. I clearly need to step it up. Heading back to the tools, I pick up a thin knife, bringing the blade up in front of my face.

“We can make this really easy, James. Am I okay to call you James?” I ask.

He frantically nods, his legs starting to tremble.

“This knife, I can either cut your ties and let you go, or I could gouge your eyes out and remove your fingers.”

His pupils dilate as I let the reflection of the bright light flicker across his face.

“Ooh, it’s sharp,” I say, swiping the blade across the tip of my finger, watching the blood drip down.

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