Page 121 of Hot for Hostage

I actually didn’t mind Davian staking a claim on me. Not at all.

In fact, I think I liked it a lot—as did the horny demon.

No one would make a big declaration like that for a mistress or a sidepiece.

Davian had just promised to make a man’s death unimaginably painful if he so much aslaid a finger on me.

With how my body was reacting to that promise as I squirmed in the seat I’d been tied to, it really wasn’t a good time to be pantyless.

He’d declared just how much he wanted me instead of a strong mafia princess.

And I couldn’t lie—I was smitten with him, too.

…How inconvenient wasthat?

I shook my head to clear it, determined to focus on my current hostage predicament instead of the man who made my chest feel as warm as a batch of freshly baked cupcakes.

Zain and Fessy both ignored me, but the older Ali brother stopped gaping at the laptop long enough to pace across the room. He mumbled a string of curses under his breath that any sailor would be proud of and ran a flustered hand through his hair.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Zain chanted, striding past me to the other side of the room. Gone was any hint of confidence. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

Fessy’s gaze finally left the screen, following his brother. “I thought you had a plan.”

“You heard that asshole. He’s going to kill me, Fes!” Zain strode past me again, both hands raking through his hair now. “Do you think that was part of my plan?”

I snorted softly. So much for all their “nobody messes with our family” talk earlier.

“And so much for promises,” I grumbled, frowning at Zain’s back. He’d sure been quick to use my nipples as a bargaining chip. “I don’t know why I ever expected you to have integrity, but I amverydisappointed you went back on your word.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, not even sparing me a glance.

Fessy’s crutch clicked against the floor as he limped closer. “Bro, you did promise her.”

“I know what I said! Screw you both. You have no idea how stressful this is.” He picked up his pace, shooting daggers at Fessy. “You two think you could’ve done better?”

I sniffed delicately before mumbling, “Well, I wouldn’t have gone against my word.”

“I wasn’t going to cut off your nipples, you mouthy bitch! It’s calledbluffing.”

In the blink of an eye, Zain slammed the laptop shut and launched it across the room, making me and Fessy both duck. It flew straight into the lamp—shattering glass across the floor as I cowered.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was Zain’s panting breaths.

Until he turned his attention to me and bared his teeth.

“You,” he growled, striding closer. “This is all your fault.”

“Me?” I squeaked. Now that was just crazy talk. “Hey, I didn’t kidnap myself, buddy.”

But Zain was too busy snarling and grabbing a handful of my hair to see reason.

“Bro, wait!” Fessy limped over to us just as Zain yanked my head back. “We can’t touch her.”

Zain let out a low chuckle that raised the hair on the back of my neck.

This wasn’t good.

“You heard Reed. I’m a dead man anyway.” His grip on my hair tightened, quickly going from uncomfortable to a searing pain that made me cry out. He sneered down his nose at me. “Might as well mess up his girl first.”

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