Page 72 of Hell Hath No Fury

“Perfect,” I gasp, lowering myself slowly. “Me either.”

His hands leave my hips, sliding up my back and tangling in my hair. He gives my hair a yank, forcing me to lift my head, our eyes locking as I take him slowly.

An explosion in the distance has him surging upward, forcing me onto my back as he covers me with his body. Another explosion sounds, closer this time, a flurry of shouted curses echoing around us.

He stares down at me, the look in his eyes feral and unhinged, and for a moment, I think he’s gonna fuck me right there, explosions and dead bodies be damned. Instead, he grins almost boyishly, lowers his head, and kisses me soundly before rolling us off the mattress to the floor.

He scurries around, scooping up my clothes and tossing them to me with a wink.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

32

A Reality Check

Tony

Thisisgonnabeanother fucking warehouse. I just know it.

When Agatha and Nettie met us at the hangar, I knew something bad had happened.

Darius, not always the most observant guy when he’s feeling a certain way, made a beeline for Nettie, but she put a hand up, stopping him in his tracks. “Not now.”

Frowning, he looks between Nettie and Agatha before turning his gaze to Mickey. “What happened?”

“Walk and talk, big guy,” Agatha retorts, already walking toward a waiting SUV. “Where’s Declan?”

“He stayed behind with Camilla and Kaian,” Matt answers. “We didn’t want Jessica, Issa, Carolina, and Flora left on their own.”

We all cram into the vehicle, and Nettie frowns, her arms crossing over her chest. “Flora is there?”

“Yes. With everything going on, Carolina went and retrieved her. Better to stay in small groups until everything settles down.”

“She must be so big now,” Nettie says quietly, her sad eyes meeting mine.

I rest my hand on her arm. “You’ll see for yourself soon, Nettie.”

Darius grunts from the other side of Nettie. I glance at him, laughing at the glare he’s giving my hand that’s still resting on Nettie’s arm. Stroking a bit more vigorously than I normally would, his scowl deepens, his eyes jumping to mine and immediately narrowing as he realizes what I’m doing. I’ve definitely missed fucking with him.

Straightening in my seat, I say, “Okay, fill us in.”

“Well,” Agatha answers from her seat between Matt and Mickey in the front. “Antonio went off to stick it to his old man and, in the process, got himself Darius’d.”

Darius makes a face. “He got himself what?”

Agatha twists around so she can see him as she says, “Got Darius’d. You know. Kidnapped.”

Nettie snorts, and Darius squints in response, shaking his head. “Very funny.”

“It is pretty funny,” I add helpfully, earning a giggle from Nettie that has Darius turning his glare onto her. She gives him a sweet smile, and he instantly thaws, nudging her with his elbow.

“Anyway, Lilith got an anonymous text with a location, so she went on ahead, and we’re supposed to go get them.”

“Why would she go alone?”

“That was part of the instructions.”

I groan and then rub my hands over my face. “I swear you all go out of your way to make my life more difficult.”

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