Page 23 of King of the Cage

He nodded. “I’m making sure I have your attention. This cunt right here is mine, got it? Don’t even think about letting anyone else touch it, taste it, lick it, or get within five feet of it. You shouldn’t even get wet for another man… I’ll know,” he said, pumping his fingers into me.

They were so long and thick, the tip of his index brushed my G-spot, spots exploding before my eyes. I was rising already, happily on my way to coming again, when he pinched my clit and slipped his fingers from me.

“Hey!” I protested meekly and then swallowed my words. I wasn’t about to beg him to finish me off. I had some dignity, somewhere, if I could just find it.

He tucked my favorite knife into his back pocket.

“Hey! That’s mine. Why are you taking it?” I demanded hotly.

“So you don’t forget… you owe me, Giada. You’ll get your wee knife back when I collect.”

He leaned in, still holding my hands captive.

“Don’t forget who we are to each other, O’Connor. We might have gotten away with one bad decision… but two is pushing it. Unless you want to have an accident in the next few days, I’dkeep my distance,” I told him, a sweet smile on my face. I wasn’t joking. If Elio knew what had just happened, Bran would be dead, or at least seriously injured.

“Haven’t you heard, Santori? I like to live dangerously. I’ll be taking what I’m owed… sooner or later.” He gave me a wry grin, releasing me and stepping back, giving me a mock salute.

Another knock at the door indicated that his man had returned, presumably with a shirt for his boss.

“I’ll be seeing you soon.” With a cheeky grin I knew I’d never forget, he turned and sauntered out.

6

BRAN

Istalked through the ER doors and found a rabble of O’Connors waiting. I looked at Ion, Quinn’s bodyguard.

“What happened?”

“She snuck away from me at the party. Went to another place. Thank fuck for that tracker in her phone. Some guys gave her something. I came along when they were carrying her out to the van.”

I was moving before I could stop myself. My fist met Ion’s nose with a harsh crack, and he was going down. Declan grabbed for me, but I was too furious. I lunged after Ion, punching him again and again. Hospital security ran for me, but a slow shake of the head from Declan stopped them.

“Don’t get involved, lads, if you know what’s good for you,” he advised.

I hauled Ion up. “You let her get away from you?”

Ion swallowed hard. “I didn’t expect it. She’s twenty-one, for feck’s sake… she should know better.”

I let out a twisted laugh.

“Jesus,” Declan muttered behind me.

“Oh, Ion, I didn’t know I’d be buying your mam flowers today… Too bad you didn’t think about what you’re going to put her through when I rip your goddamn head off!” I all but roared.

Ion was pale, his eyes lowered.

“Not here, boss. Kill him later… slower,” Dec suggested, giving Ion a twisted grin. “Go check on Quinnie.”

His words cut through my anger. I stepped back, dropping Ion to the floor, and scrubbed a hand down my face, chasing away the remnants of Giada’s taste. The night had gone from Heaven to Hell in a moment. “Where is she?”

Another O’Connor man standing to the side and trying his best to keep out of the firing line, pointed down the hall.

Seconds later, I jerked back the curtain of a cubicle at the end of the corridor, and Quinn jumped. She blinked up at me, her face a mess. She had long black mascara lines trailing down her cheeks and lipstick smudged around her lips. Her glittery sequined dress looked like she’d gone ten rounds with a bush, half torn and hanging off. She had a hospital gown on like a cardigan, and the sight of it was enough to boil my blood.

“Quinnie?” My eyes met hers, and her strong, wary expression immediately crumpled.

She sobbed as she took me in and raised her arms toward me. Like she always had when she’d been a wee lass, looking to her older brother to protect her.

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