Page 32 of Psychological War

“He hasn’t heard from Orlando in a few hours. The last thing was about someone following him.”

Not reacting to this news, I cooled my facial reaction. I knew exactly where Orlando was, and why he wasn’t responding. I should probably tell him but for some reason I wanted to protect Salem.

“Has Killian tracked his phone?” I asked, taking a glance over at him.

“Yeah, he was at some warehouse. I just texted Luca the location.” Dimitri shrugged. “You haven’t gotten any more information about this Ghost person, have you?” he inquired.

“No, it’s a stupid myth, and a waste of time,” I spat out. I was tired of this stupid myth. It was a waste of time for me to try and figure it out. Neither Killian nor I could find a single person who knew anything.

He nodded his head, giving Mila a kiss on her temple. “Mila wants to have a family dinner tomorrow.”

“Yes, so you need to stop disappearing.” She raised a brow at me, waiting for me to refuse or tell her I had something else going on.

“Why?” I barked. My voice was a little rougher than I intended. Dimitri glared at me, and I could see he was about to tell me to watch my mouth. “Sorry,” I muttered, not giving him time.

Sometimes I was still a complete asshole to Mila. I didn’t intend to be, but I didn’t trust anyone. When she came into our lives, I tried my hardest to ignore her. But since Dimitri laid claim to her, I knew it was either accept her or live in misery for however long I stayed with them.

“Because I want to have a nice family dinner,” Mila mumbled, not giving any good reason. For Dimitri it was enough, he would give her anything she wanted. Me on the other hand, I knew Mila was hiding something. She had been since we rescued her four years ago from Matteo. It shouldn’t have gotten so far under my skin, but I couldn’t stop the feeling. I couldn’t trust Mila all the way because of this.

I didn’t want a family dinner. Instead I wanted to go find Salem and bury myself in her again.

I wanted to know why she freaked out and ran away.

Not giving anyone a second glance I turned and left to go to my personal bathroom. Turning the water on as hot as I could stand it, I turned to the mirror, lifting my shirt. I looked at the deep bite mark she left on my shoulder. It was bruised to hell and back, you could see every little indentation from her teeth. My cock jumped at the memory of when she ripped the back of my shirt, and bit down on my shoulder. All I could think about was being inside her again.

Shredding the rest of my clothes I stepped towards the shower stall, and just as I was about to get inside, I caught a sight of red on my groin. Looking down I was taken back when I saw the dried blood on my cock. I couldn’t stop staring. Where had this come from?

Fuck.

No no no no.

Salem. Salem was a fucking virgin, and I’d just ripped that apart like a madman up against the fucking wall.

“Shit.” I slapped the counter and bowed my head, staring directly at my dick.

I never fucked a virgin before, never wanted to. But it all made sense, why she screamed. It wasn’t from pleasure. No. I tore into her cunt, not giving her time to adjust.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” I was such an asshole, no wonder she ran away from me. She had just killed someone, and I fucked her like a damn whore.

Running my hands through my hair I jumped into the shower. I didn’t want to think about what I was going to do when I was done, because if I gave it too much thought, I wouldn’t do it.

But I had to see her. I had to make it better.

16

Salem

Iran,ransohard that my lungs burned. I couldn’t stop.

I ran like I wanted to run away from all my problems. I wish I could run away from everything, from everyone. Especially my own damn feelings.

It was becoming too much. This was supposed to be easy. Take care of my list. No one was supposed to get involved. It was supposed to be a done deal. But the moment I laid eyes on Zane I knew something was different about him.

When I hit him with that bat I wanted to wait until he woke up, but I couldn’t. I had to be somewhere else. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about him. I thought about him more than I ever cared to admit. He was my little secret that I told no one about. That secret was now begging to be let out. Begging to reach for the surface so that it was getting harder to be around him. He was consuming everything about me.

I almost stopped myself from killing Orlando. I wouldn’t have actually killed Zane. Putting the threat out there tasted so sour. I hated that I said it aloud. I hated that I also didn’t mean it. I hated everything about him. But I didn’t. I really didn’t, but I wanted to.

I didn’t know anything about him, but he made everything I felt fade away until all I felt was him.

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