Page 11 of Shattered Vows

He follows me. “Who came back with you yesterday?”

I push down my athletic shorts until they fall on the floor and turn on the water in the shower. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My brother doesn’t even blink at my nakedness. “Security said you came through the gates with someone.”

I look over my shoulder at him. “You keeping tabs on me, little brother?” Reaching in, I find the water is hot and step inside the large walk-in shower. “Am I not allowed guests in my own home?”

Sid’s hands fist at his sides. “I saw the tapes. The woman was Rapsody.”

I shrug, grabbing the bar of soap. “Maybe I have one of those fascinations with fucking women who look like her?”

“We both know you don’t do that. And she was in a fucking wedding dress!” His voice grows louder.

I’m taken aback, because Obsidian doesn’t often lose his cool. It doesn’t go with the calm, cool, collected lawyer thing he portrays, always hiding what’s really lying beneath his suit.

I knew my brothers would find out I’d kidnapped Rapsody and brought her here. We have security everywhere. But I hoped I could keep it from them longer.

“She was supposed to get married yesterday.” I don’t allow any emotion to creep into my voice as I rub the bar of soap over my body, lest he know how much it gets under my skin to think of her marrying another man.

“Supposed to?”

I look through the glass while I wash my cock, and he lifts a brow.

“She didn’t make it to the ceremony.” I shrug, acting unaffected and continuing to wash my body.

Sid steps closer to the glass barrier that separates us. “Did she leave the church of her own free will?”

I wonder if our parents knew how well the name Obsidian would suit him. His eyes are as black as coal, but beyond that, a darkness shines through them when he allows it.

“Depends on your definition of free will. Do you mean did she walk out of that church on her own two feet? Then yes.”

His dark eyes widen, and he laces his fingers together on top of his head and stares at me. “Are you fucking crazy? I knew what went down fucked you up, but I thought you had more sense than this.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

I set down the bar of soap and step under the spray to rinse off the bubbles. By the time I’m done, Sid is gone.

Whatever. I have bigger issues to deal with than what one of my brothers thinks. I have to figure out what I’m going to do with Rapsody. I can’t keep her here forever, but my pride demands that she pay for so callously toying with my emotions. I allowed myself to be vulnerable with her, and she took a knife to my kidneys the first chance she got. I’ll never make that mistake twice.

Once I’m dressed, I instruct our house manager, Marcel, to bring me two dishes for breakfast since I’ve already missed breakfast in the dining room with my brothers. He doesn’t inquire as to why I need two servings because he’s smart enough not to want to know the answer.

When he drops them off, I instruct him to order women’s clothing to be delivered. I give him an idea of what items I’m looking for, and her sizing, and tell him I want it all here by tonight. Marcel’s brows crinkle, but he doesn’t ask any questions.

I shovel down my breakfast in a couple of minutes. More than a decade in the armed forces means I usually don’t linger over my meals unless I’m seated at a table with other people. When I’m finished, I bring Rapsody’s breakfast to the top of the tower.

After a quick knock, I use the key and unlock the door to the bedroom. Rapsody is lying on her side in bed, her back facing me. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. I walk over to her side of the bed. She’s staring aimlessly at the wall and the arched window.

I set the tray on the night table next to her. “Eat your breakfast.”

She mumbles a word, barely blinking as her eyes stare straight ahead. Her eyes are red-rimmed, bloodshot, and puffy with gray bags underneath. I give her a withering glare, but she doesn’t see it because she doesn’t bother to even flick her gaze in my direction.

“We’re not playing the game from yesterday. Eat, Rapsody.” I set my hands on my hips, waiting for something, anything from her. I’ll take her fighting me.

But she gives me nothing.

“Fine. Fucking starve!” I wrench the tray up, causing everything on it to clatter and slosh.

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