Page 20 of Falcon's Prey

“Are you dead?” I shouted as I knocked.

There wasn’t an answer, so I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Well, I guessed that meant she was in her room. She was probably still pissed about yesterday. Shaking my head, I made my way to the control room. I absently watched the cameras as I thought of the way her little satin shorts were wet. It would have been easy to fuck her yesterday, if I’d wanted to. But, then again, easy was never my style.

I looked at the clock again, then went to my room and grabbed my lock-picking kit. It took a minute to open her door. The pit of my stomach sank when I saw she wasn’t in her bed.

Son of a bitch.

I ran to the bathroom, not giving a fuck if she was there naked and wet. The place was empty. I brought my phone up and started to scan all the cameras, and there was no trace of her in the apartment.

There was probably a protocol of what I should do, but I’d be dammed if the spoiled little bitch made a fool out of me. I was ready to go out and search for her when the lobby door opened.

“Well, don’t you look happy to see me?” Marcus joked as he walked into the penthouse.

“What do you want?” I barked.

“Sam sent me here. Protocol for when the family meets. We usually send Ember with two guards.”

“What meet?”

“With her father and her Uncle Silas,” Marcus explained. “Didn’t she tell you?”

I said nothing.

“Of course she didn’t,” Marcus mumbled.

“I need to run an errand real quick. Stay in the control room,” I said before I started to track Ember’s phone.

It made no sense because it showed her in the building. So the little bitch left her phone. Frustrated, I grabbed a smoke and made my way outside so I wouldn’t be here feeling more useless and stupid than I already was.

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To sayI was pissed was putting it mildly. I was fucking furious. The blood in my veins boiled, and I wanted to throttle Ember. It would give me sick satisfaction to watch her face pale by the lack of oxygen.

When my phone rang, I debated letting it go to voicemail.

“You can stop looking for her. She was at Lilah’s place. She’s making her way up now,” Marcus said on the other end of the line.

“Do. Not. Let. Her. In,” I gritted out, then hung up. It made no fucking sense. I’d checked the feed, and it never showed her going anywhere. I was in a fucked-up mood by the time I made it back to the building.

The ride back up to the penthouse was excruciatingly slow. The only pleasure I got was watching Ember on my phone screen as she flicked off the camera because no one came to let her in her own house.

It was about time someone showed her that harsh reality of life. By the looks of things, that someone was going to have to be me. There was a sarcastic smile on my face when the elevator door pinged. Ember turned around, pissed as hell, and that made my grin grow.

“Motherfucker!” she screeched as she ran toward me. Her arms started to pound on my chest with more force than I expected her to have. “Learn your place, you piece of shit!”

Grabbing one of her wrists, I twisted until her back was pressed to my front. I walked us to straight to the wall underneath the lobby camera. It wasn’t a blind spot, but Marcus wouldn’t exactly see what we were doing.

“I’m already sick and tired of you,” I greeted her.

Ember kept trying to move, but I wasn’t letting her. “Then find another job, asshole!”

“I don’t think so, darling,” I growled in her ear.

“Wait until I tell Sammy about this!”

“You could,” I said casually, aware that she could call my bluff. “The thing is, I’m sure you won’t. How many times does Sammy have to hire a new guard, huh? Don’t you think he’s disappointed every time you act like a spoiled little bitch?”

She stayed silent, her body going taut. However, I didn’t stop.

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