Page 110 of On The Edge
Kai steps around the corner, fully dressed with that dangerous flicker in his eyes that says he wants to take a match to gasoline to see how hot it will burn.
“Give it here.” I hold my hand out expectantly. “Now.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m not sure what you mean. I was under the impression not to speak to you in that manner as per Mr. Roe’s explicitly humiliating orders,” she speaks clearly, plain and full of ice. It makes it so fucking obvious that she did this because she was rejected.
Typical.
I stalk forward and my jaw sets to the side. “Give me yourfuckingphone.”
“Now!” Kai barks, crossing his arms over his chest. The stewardess–Sarah, by her nametag– looks at his arms, and she probably thinks Kai’s trying to intimidate her with his size.
I know better.
It’s to keep himself from snatching the phone out of her apron and rip it to pieces right there. He’s like a wolf, and someone threatened his pack.
I know the feeling.
Sarah looks at us with alarm, like we’re asking her to strip naked and jump out of the plane. And let me tell you, if she doesn’t do what I ask, I might make her because it’s painfully clear she’s got pictures, videos, audio,something.
“You can’t make me do that.”
“I can, and I will. This is the last time I’m asking. Give me your goddamn phone,” I say strongly. The promise of violence very evident in my voice.
“If you even want a chance at working private airlines, you’ll hand the fucking thing over right fucking now. You thought I was bad earlier?” Kai steps forward, his energy darkening into that crazy tilt he doesn’t let others see very often. It’s his ‘I’ll light you on fire if you so much as look at me wrong’ look on his face. I know this bitch is in for it. His voice drops, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Her mouth drops, and her chest rises quickly with worry.
“So hand it over, or I’m going to make sure that you never work again. You’ll be lucky to find a job cleaning airport toilets if you keep pissing us off,” Kai snarls, stepping forward and she steps backward like she’d be able to get away from us over the Atlantic.
“I didn’t do anything,” she says softly, her voice breaking. Why is she still fucking denying it? Isawher.
I’m very, very aware that I can’t just grab the phone out of her apron pocket. What we’re doing now borderlines us gettingcalled out in a news article for being abusive fucks, but actually putting my hands on her–even if it’s just to get something in a pocket? That’s millions in a settlement.
“Don’t give us that bullshit lie,” I growl. “I saw you. You had the camera pointed to the curtain when I walked out. My guy here says he saw you trying to look through the curtain. We aren’t fucking stupid. Give us the phone, we’ll pay for you to get a new one when we land, and if you breathe a word of what you think you heard or saw here, we will find you.”
She visibly gulps. Her hand slides into her pocket, and she slowly pulls the phone out.
“Code and password,” Kai growls.
“Gorgeousgirl69 and 7532,” she whispers. “The o’s are zeroes.”
“Mature password,” I snap, rolling my eyes, and ripping the phone from her hand. I back away, but Kai doesn’t move. He’s staring her down with so much anger, it's shocking.
“I will get lawyers involved if you so much as whisper her name. You’ll be ruined and in debt up to your fucking hairline if you try to fight it. That’s just a formality really. If I find out anything comes from this, lawyers will be the veryleastof your worries. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah,” I just barely hear her, and that’s not good enough. Not for me. I need to hear her say it.
“Do you fucking understand?” I snap louder, the threat as clear in my voice as his. She needs to understand that it’s not just Kai who will hunt her down and destroy her if something leaks.It’s all of us.
“Yes!” She says quickly, blinking back tears. “Yes. As far as I’m concerned, it is just you four here, and nothing happened behind the curtain.”
“Glad we cleared that up,” I spit at her and turn, walking away.
I have my girl waiting for me to hold her.
TWENTY-SIX
“Melody,baby, you have to stand up.” I hold her as tightly as I can, trying to keep her from slipping as we enter the bathroom. It’s bigger than a typical airplane bathroom with an actual shower and a slightly larger sink/toilet area. But still, if she falls, she’s hitting her head on something.
