Page 126 of The Loathing

I hear the hotel door buzz, my eyes lifting for a moment, but I can hear Wolfe greeting them all and I roll my eyes. As if this is my life… this… there must be so much more than this.

But I guess I’ll never know.

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TITUS

As soon as Nate sent me Wolfe’s location, I was racing it down the motorway. Fuck knows where Hunter was, so if he was meant to be keeping look out, he was doing a pretty crappy job. Doubt crosses my mind for just a split second when I think that maybe I was walking into a trap but then again, I didn’t care. I needed to make sure she was okay.

I needed to see with my own eyes that he hadn’t hurt her. That she was safe.

I saw The May Fair in my sights, and I slipped into a space outside. I didn’t even look at the meter, just locked the car and run into the hotel, ignoring the doorman’s greeting as I entered the building.

I stand in the lobby, looking around. Do I head straight to the suites or do I ask at the check in desk?

My phone beeped in my pocket, and I saw Nate’s message.

Nate

Suite. First floor wing.

I walk quickly to the stairway and take them two at a time. Walking towards the suites, I knock on the first one and wait.

A short, stocky, butch man opens the door and I look straight through him to see Wolfe sitting there.

Pushing past him, I glower at Wolfe as I close the gap and his eyes widen.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he stands from the table, banging his hands down.

“My job,” I grit, searching the large space, “Amora!” I shout, pushing one of the doors open to see an empty room. “Amora!” I open the next door and see her curled up and her head buried within her book.

Her beautiful, perfectly imperfect eyes settle on mine, and it takes her a second to realize, her eyes widening slowly but then I notice her cheek and my fucking blood boils, and all thoughts of Xavier and his fucking plan leave my head as I realize I can’t keep this façade up while she is hurting.

“Titus,” she whispers, realization sinking in as she lifts her hand to cover her cheek.

I ball my fists, ready to turn but she is up and in front of me shaking her head. “Not now, please,” she begs, and it takes everything in me to listen to her because I am more than angry. I have never felt a rage like the one that is currently brewing up deep inside of me like a tornado.

“Little Red…” her nickname slips off my tongue like a habit. Her small hands press against my chest, and I feel my heart drum beneath my skin, her wide eyes on me as she blinks.

“Please.”

I inhale deeply, exhaling slowly.

Slowly lifting my hand, I bend two of my fingers as I gently stroke them across her angry looking cheek, her eyes closing as she winces.

“I’m going to kill him,” I seethe.

“No…” she pauses, “you’re not.”

“Amora,” I cup her face in my hands.

“Titus,” she whispers and her scent floods me, my palms itching, fingers tingling to touch every part of her.

“I am mad,” I press my forehead to hers.

“Then let me make you forget…” her voice like silk as it wraps round me.

Pulling back, my brows pinch but before I can say anything, her lips are on me. At first, I freeze but then everything in me screams. This is all I have wanted since the morning Xavier took her from me.

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