Page 43 of Dirty Little Sins

Anger pulsed through my veins as I stalked from room to room, throwing open doors and heedless to the fact that I was making the walls shake as each door crashed into a wall.

Pictures fell from the walls and glass shattered in every single room. I seethed with rage and with Brian suddenly missing I had nowhere else to direct it.

Either Bennie or I had been trying to reach him all day while trying to continue with training. It had not gone well.

The idea that my perfect fighting record had been orchestrated by a fucking two bit criminal and his shitty organization was threatening to eat me alive. I'd been so outraged when I finally got into the training ring today, I'd nearly gone insane.

If Bennie hadn't been able to get me pulled off the poor bastard willing to spar with me, I might have done something I couldn't take back. Blood had coated my hands anyway and I was going to owe my sparring partner more than a simple apology.

I grabbed the giant vase in the middle of the dining room table and flung it at the far wall. I then watched the damn thing shatter and the hundreds of glass shards litter the suite floor. It wasn't enough. I strode to the side table and grabbed that vase of flowers too and made it join the first. I was on a roll now as I prowled through the suite grabbing every fucking container of fresh flowers and adding it to the last until the walls dripping with water and crumbled flowers on the floor created the ultimate macabre scene.

This was more like it.

"Vincent? What the hell is going on? I can hear you through the walls and it sounds like the entire hotel is crashing down."

I jerked at the sound of her alarmed voice and turned to find Zia standing in the doorway of my suite with her hands hitched at her hips.

"You shouldn't be here." My voice came out on a low growl that I hoped would warn her off. This was not the time for her to be this close to me.

"From the looks of it no one should be here." She stepped forward and glass crunched underneath her shoes. She lifted her leg and gingerly stepped in a different direction until she'd made her way to my side.

"You're bleeding," she said, lifting my hand to inspect my knuckles.

"It's nothing." I jerked away from her.

"Clearly not or your suite wouldn't be trashed."

I smirked at her. That wasn't what I'd meant and she knew it. "Today has not been the best day."

She laughed. "Ya think? So what happened?"

The absolute last thing I wanted to do was stand here and answer questions, so I remained silent. I did however, take notice of her appearance. She was wearing a long, slim dress that fell nearly to her ankles and hugged every single curve on its way down. It was an unusual cross between formal and too sexy. The shoes I'd noticed before were the same color as her tanned skin with straps that weaved back and forth across her feet. I didn't remember noticing the pale pink polish on her toes the night before, but in my defense my mind had been on other more interesting pink parts.

The shock of that thought made my mouth water as the memory of her taste on my tongue hit me like a punch to the gut. I had to bite my lip to keep from licking my lips like the hungry wolf I felt like.

Her hair fell in long, soft waves around her shoulders and in front of her breasts. The curve of which made my hands itch to strip her of these clothes. I suddenly wanted to see the tips of her nipples framed by her silky tresses moments before I clamped my lips around them.

"Why are you growling?"

I jerked my head up and caught her gaze. "I didn't realize I was."

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" She walked away from me and disappeared into the tiny half bath not far from the front door and emerged a few moments later with a wet towel in her hand. "Let me see." She held out her hand and I reluctantly placed my hand in hers.

Another shot of lust gut punched me again as she gingerly wiped the blood from my fingers.

"You must have cut your hand on a piece of glass."

I shrugged. It was the least of my worries and the injuries I'd inflicted with my anger today.

"You really should go. I'm not fit for company. You definitely wouldn't like the things going on in my head right now."

She ignored me and continued to dab at the tiny wound on my finger. "Maybe you should talk about it. If not with me then with someone else."

What the hell was she talking about? "Are you implying that I have bigger issues and that I need some sort of therapist?"

Her shoulders lifted in a shrug and I had to admit that some of the rage coursing through me lessened.

"I googled you today." The words came out on a whisper that I heard with the deafening explosion of a bomb detonating.

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