Page 25 of Gambit
The cottage where Franks took me is on fire. Probably with Franks in it somewhere, maybe under the floorboards.
“Hmm,” Peters murmurs, glaring at me.
I shrug and go back to my seat, suddenly feeling lighter than air and feeling the ghost of abductors past vanish in the wind.
13
ELIZA
“Who now?”I ask, blinking at Imogen as she stares back at me, cherry-red lips pursed in annoyance as we stand in my bathroom at the townhouse as the early morning sun streams in through the window.
“Blackbriar University. They’re a few towns away. Pretty elite and full of mafia kids. Going up against us is like theirraison d’être.They’re seriously badass psychos, infamous for being brutal and savage.”
“Oh, really?” I arch an eyebrow and match her pursed lips. “We’ll see about that.”
Imogen shakes her blonde head. “I think we need to be prepared for flash attacks. Quick in and out.”
“Or we take the fight to them.”
“Could do, but then that leaves us as the aggressors on hearsay.”
“True,” I muse, looking at Imogen with fresh eyes. She’s not as clueless as she sometimes likes to make out. “Okay, let me get showered and changed, and we’ll meet downstairs to plan our watch.”
“Yep.”
She leaves the bathroom where we had our war-talk, purely because I was already in here when she came up.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I strip off and pull the box of non-applicator tampons out of the medicine cabinet above the sink.
Before I can go about my business, there is a soft knock, but it’s definitely one of the guys.
I call out. “What? Kinda busy in here.”
Raph sticks his head around. “Imogen said…” He narrows his eyes as he sees me naked and slips inside, closing the bathroom door behind him and leaning against it.
“No,” I say, putting my hand up. “Time of the month, so this…” I wave my hand around my body, “is off limits.”
“Well, that sucks,” he murmurs and pushes off from the door to move in closer. “How long do we have to wait?”
“I started last night, so three more days, I’m afraid. Be lucky I’m not one of those who bleed for weeks.” My smirk makes him chuckle.
“Thank fuck for that. Not that I’m being a dick about it, I want that on the record. Just grateful for small mercies.”
Giggling, I accept that he isn’t trying to emotionally blackmail me or make me feel guilty about having a period as one boyfriend did in the past. What a cunt he turned out to be. I tilt my head towards the door and hold up the tampon. “So, if you don’t mind?”
His eyes go to the small tampon in my hand, and he moves even closer. He takes it from me, a dark look in his eyes.
Grasping my thigh tightly, he lifts my leg up to rest my foot on the toilet seat, his other hand going between my legs.
My heart kicks up a notch. “What are you doing?” I murmur.
His eyes never leaving mine, he runs his hand over my pussy and grips the string on the tampon before giving it a swift tug to pull it out.
“Ah!” I gasp, slightly mortified by this.
He grins wickedly and drops it in the toilet. He quickly unwraps the fresh tampon, and I shake my head as his hand goes back between my legs.
“No way,” I state, my hand going to his wrist.
