Page 70 of The Silencer

“She is.”

His fingers tighten against me, and I roll my eyes. “Come on. Have you two fucked? You two have totally fucked.”

“No. It’s always been business between us.”

I snort and then turn into him further, my free hand snaking around the back of his neck.

“She said you’ve been following me for some time.”

Anthony’s gaze darkens.

“Did she?”

“Yeah. Is it true?”

He doesn’t answer, but the tick of his jaw tells me he was.

“I didn’t realize you were doing that? Is it weird that I like it?”

Anthony doesn’t answer, just continues to hold me while I explore his chest with my hand. I want him naked. I want to drag my fingers across every inch of his bare skin. Why is everything about him so hot to me? I can’t quite get him out of my system.

A knock on the door has my exploration coming to a halt as Angel walks in. He jogs toward me and pulls me into a tight hug. My hand slips from Anthony’s shirt as Angel cradles me against him and runs his hand through my hair.

“Oh god, I was so worried. Why didn’t you come with us?”

I shake my head and swallow, feeling Anthony stiffen behind me.

“He was with me,” he finally says.

Angel glances at his dad and frowns. “He would have been safer below.”

I can feel Anthony’s heart speed up, but he doesn’t reply.

“And Bane was asking about you. He said he left something on your bedside table.”

My eyebrows rise, and I feel my cheeks flush. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

“It’s not sweet,” Anthony bites out. “I guarantee you that.”

Angel cocks his head, staring at his dad intently.

“Okay, well, I’m going to take Tatum with me. Agatha said she had some hot chocolate for him and a pastry. That might help you feel better.”

The idea of food makes my stomach rumble, and I realize how hungry I really am.

Anthony’s hand loosens its grip on me, and Angel helps me stand. I glance back at that powerful mafia boss, who is watching us carefully. His legs spread, his hands fisted on either side of him. Fuck, he’s a dream.

“Come on, let’s go eat and then let’s see what Bane left you,” Angel says, tugging me toward the door.

“Yeah, okay,” I say as he leads me out of his dad’s office. I don’t look back. Even though I want to. And even though I can feel his gaze piercing my skin.

11

TATUM

Bane left me a kneecap. Tied with a bright red ribbon.

Angel sighs, his hands clenched to his chest. “How romantic. I’ve never gotten a body part before.”

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