Page 9 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

We’re getting on the plane to Russia, and I’m trying not to think about the fact that I pledged my life to the Russian mafia just to go on this trip. It was an easy decision at the time. I meant what I said, I’ll do anything to protect E. It’s just a big shift in my life.

Adrik hates Boris with a passion I never knew existed in him. I thought he was ruthless before, but the depths he went to with his revenge plan have me questioning if I ever knew my friend at all. Correction, former friend.

The sight of E straddling Damien after eating a slice of bacon from his mouth is enough to get me out of my head, even if it is just to make a snide remark, but she would expect nothing less.

“There are rooms, Evie. Use them,” Laney says next to me. I laugh before adding my two cents.

“Make better life choices, E.” Laney laughs with me while Alexi pins us with a glare and Damien scoops her up to take her to the room in the back.

“Judge her choices again and I’ll make you regret yours.” He stands and straightens out his suit before walking to the front of the plane.

I believe there’s a bar closer to the cockpit, and I debate on heading up there with him. He might pretend to hate me, but we both know the kid adores my presence. I mean, who wouldn’t?

When Lev follows into the room with E and Damien, I look back at Laney.

“What are they even doing in there?” I ask her, although I’m not sure either of us wants to know the answer.

“Did you really just ask me that?” Her face turns a cute shade of pink and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was embarrassed.

If I hadn’t heard her moaning so loudly last night, I would have put money on her being a virgin with how cute and innocent she always appears.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were a prude.” It’s just a joke, but the glare she levels me with has me questioning my idea of who she is.

She holds my gaze until I break it, then proceeds to stare out the window. I can’t get a read on her. It’s frustrating.

“Sooo…” I draw out the word.

I don’t do well with silence when it comes to her. Anyone else and I’d be content to pretend they don’t exist, but with her, everything feels different. I want to know what she’s thinking at all times of the day, and even more so when she’s carrying this pained expression.

Her eyes never leave the sky while I fidget next to her. I find myself wanting to play a game with her. The one where she pretends there’s nothing between us, and I poke the bear if only to get an outlandish reaction.

“Are those little kitten knuckles your only weapon? If so, you might want to find something that keeps more distance between you and your target.”

She doesn’t rise to my bait, but instead answers in a calm unbothered voice.

“I am proficient enough with a bow that I can hit targets moving at seventy miles per hour.”

This takes me by surprise. I should actually know better because a bow is my second favorite weapon, and the arm and shoulder definition on her reflects someone who is well-trained in this skill. But she seems too soft for that kind of training.

“Prove it,” I say, throwing up a challenge. I don’t just want her attention at this point, I need it. When she makes no moves to do so, I laugh to myself. “Yeah, boss lady, that’s what I thought.”

She sighs then finally looks at me. Her eyes seem tired, and I have to wonder if she’s been sleeping. I heard her rummaging through the kitchen last night and when I came out with my bags packed, she was wrapped up on the couch staring at the television as if she hadn’t even gone to bed.

Laney hands me her phone with a video of the driving course and sure enough, she hits the target on the side of the car as it drives by at seventy-three miles an hour.

Holy shit, I’m hard.The look on her face is the only thing keeping me from making more sarcastic comments or begging her to suck my dick.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. She pockets her phone and tries to look out the window again.

Deciding I’m done tolerating her behavior, I stand from my seat and grab her under the arm to haul her up.

“What the heck?”

She attempts to pull her arm from my grip, but it’s a weak ass endeavor. Moving to sit down on the couch, I pull her into my lap and force her eyes to meet mine.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Laney huffs and pushes at my chest, but I make no room to allow her to get up. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, all I know is that I need to fix this for her.

She tries to turn her face away from me, so I pinch her chin and force it back. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make it very clear that shewillanswer me.

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