Page 17 of Cruel Proposal
I turn to Robert as he passes me in the hall. "Aiden is going to attack. I doubt it's going to be the house because he won't want to risk hurting his sister, but the storehouses are likely going to be hit."
"You want me to start moving everything out of there?"
Shaking my head, I continue down the hall and to the stairs. "No. He's going to be on his way there if he didn't have people stationed and waiting to begin with. I want you to prepare a counterattack. There's a brothel he owns in the rich part of town."
Robert nods, looking grim. "I know the house."
"Kill everyone in it."
Without a word, he turns and walks away, already pulling out his phone.
I climb the stairs, taking them two at a time before shoving open the door to Summer's room.
She glares at me from the bed, her hair tied back and a loose dress fluttering around her.
It looks like she's finally opened the closet and seen how well I stocked it.
If I'm going to keep her here, I may as well have something sexy to look at until I get rid of her.
"What do you want?" She gets up from the bed and crosses her arms, pushing her tits up higher.
Smirking, I lean against the door, my gaze raking up and down her long legs, lingering on the deep V of her dress.
It's a shame she's a Lynde. I'm not going to make the same mistakes my family seems to keep making. Sticking my dick in their gene pool isn't going to happen.
"I've got a visitor for you." I push off the door, stalking closer to her, my cock hardening when she takes a step back.
Maybe I should turn her loose outside and hunt her down. Have her begging for her life when I finally catch her.
Summer's eyebrows climb, suspicion in her gaze. "Who?"
"Well, I'm hoping you could tell me."
She moves faster than I'm anticipating, grabbing the pillow from the bed and whipping it at me hard.
It collides with the side of my face.
She brushes against me as she tries to scramble by.
I'm not going to let her go that easily, though.
The pillow falls to the ground as I whip around and grab her by the hair, her scream making me hard as a rock as I haul her against me.
Summer writhes and wiggles, and it does nothing to help the problem in my pants.
I might not be thinking about doing anything right now, but my cock seems to have other ideas.
Summer drives an elbow hard into my side and stomps on my foot.
Sighing, I keep my grip on her hair, the other arm banding around her waist.
Wrestling her out the door is nearly impossible, but I manage to get her to the edge of the stairs.
I press my mouth closer to her ear. "You're either going to cooperate, or I'm going to throw you down them. You won't like what's going to happen once you hit the bottom."
She stops struggling, her body stiff as a board.
I ease my arm, hand still in her hair as a reminder that it would be nothing to toss her down the stairs right now. I keep her walking until we reach the door to the room Emilio's in.
