Page 321 of Hell Hath No Fury
He stands taller. “And?”
“That wasn’t smart.”
“Is she not allowed to meet with friends?”
“Friends, yes.” I walk up to the threshold and barge past him. “Complications? No.”
“I gather this isn’t a good-natured visit then?” His voice holds animosity as he remains at the door while Hunter follows me inside. “What are you two going to do? Kill an FBI agent in his own home after already walking past his security cameras?”
“Who knows? Tonight has been full of surprises.” I continue into his living room, taking in the scuffed leather furniture and worn carpet that adds insult to injury.
This guy has nothing over me—not money, not prospects, nor intelligence.
Anissa can’t be interested in him… yet she has been in the past.
The front door closes and Hunter and Easton join me in the living room.
The Fed attempts to stare me down. “Did you hurt her?”
“Was I supposed to?” I raise a brow.
“I know what you’re capable of,” he sneers. “So did you hurt her or not?”
“No. I fucked her. As soon as she arrived home, I took what you couldn’t get and left her cuffed to my bed.”
His jaw ticks.
Triggering his anger is a beautiful thing, but not nearly enough to satisfy my dark cravings.
“Have you ever heard her moan in passion, Easton?” I turn away to stroll to the edge of the room, gliding a finger over the dust on his bookshelf then wiping it on his sofa. “It’s the sweetest sound from such a strong woman. So fragile. So vulnerable.” I pivot back to face him. “You’d love it.”
“Did you come here to brag?”
No, I came here to slice you open and spread your organs in a mosaic dedicated to my jealousy, you dumb fuck.
“It’s no secret you want her.” I walk back toward him. “What you need to understand is that if you ever have her it will be the last thing you do.”
He holds my stare. “Do you feel threatened by me, Torian?”
My rage increases, the potent poison in my veins demanding slaughter. “You? With your pitiful salary, tiny three-bedroom rental, and parents who visit on weekends?” I snicker. “No, I don’t think so. Although your parents really do seem like good people.”
He straightens, his chin raising at the subtle threat.
“Do they still live in those high-rise apartments by the river?” I ask. “I should pay them a visit. Maybe invite myself in for coffee.”
“We could swing by on the way home,” Hunter adds.
Easton clenches a fist at his side. “You’re treading a thin line. I can have you arrested.”
“You could. But no matter the charges, a dead man can’t testify. And security system or not, I can easily end you, Easton. I’d take pleasure in it.”
He grins, poetic and blatant. “And then you’d lose her.”
The room falls quiet as my pulse pounds in my ears.
He’s right. It wouldn’t matter if I kept her cuffed to my bed or shackled in my basement—she’d still be lost to me. Never to return.
I glance over my shoulder to Hunter and jut my chin at the door. “Leave us.”
