Page 44 of Untamed
Sal rounds his desk and snatches the glass from her hand. She opens her mouth on a protest, but he places his finger on her lips. “Say another word and I’m taking your black card.” Her dark eyes sharpen, and when he removes his finger, she twists her lips. As if she’s unable to help herself, she opens her mouth but is cut short from speaking when the door to the office opens and Massio fills the space.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Winter clucks her tongue. “He announces it like he prepared it. He didn’t do shi?—”
“Say that word and every item you purchased this week will go back,” Sal snaps.
Her shoulders droop, and she pushes out of her chair. “Come on, Thea. I’ll show you where to go.” She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the library and down the corridor.
She inches closer to my ear. “He’s always so bossy. You should hear him in the bedroom.”
I rear back; she means she’s heard him with other women, right?
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MASSIO
“Here he is! About fucking time!” Zane declares as I walk into his office. I glance down at my watch, furrowing my brow.
“I’m fifteen minutes early.”
“What-the-fuck-ever. You haven’t been here for over a year; therefore, you’re late,” he announces before leaning back in his chair.
I take a seat on the couch, and Miko turns to face me. “I managed to gather some intel.”
“Good. I thought you’d have called before now.”
He grinds his jaw.
“I thought you’d have called on the twins’ birthday. You didn’t,” Zane states.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s not like I didn’t want to. I was working.”
“So were we,” he bites out.
Jesus, I can’t wait for Jensen to arrive. At least they might take their snide comments out on him instead. I mean, the man dumped his daughter, Imogen, on his newly wed wife andleft again. Surely, that’s worse than forgetting to send a fucking birthday card.
“Even Jensen sent a birthday card to them,” Zane adds, as if reading my thoughts.
No, he fucking didn’t. He’s pretty much been undercover for a year and absent from trips home for well over a year. Any birthday cards would have come from Imogen remembering to send them.
Miko’s lip twitches. Yeah, the crafty fucker realizes the same as me but doesn’t voice it.
I grit my teeth. “You sound like a nagging woman. No wonder Hermione took a gun to her head, to escape your bitching.” I tap the side of my head.
Miko snorts.
Zane huffs, completely unperturbed.
Miko tilts his head to the side to survey our brother. “You need to get laid. I have this new app.”
“No,” Zane snaps. “I’ve told you before. I’m not into the twisted shit you’re into.” He drags a hand through his hair. “If I want pussy, I can get it myself.”
“It’s not all twisted. This new app is—” Miko tries to explain.
“Shut the fuck up and tell Massio what you were telling me.”
Miko shakes his head and turns back to face me. “He was definitely her stalker.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise as fury builds inside me. I should have made him pay more, ripped him apart; stabbing him was too easy. “There’s been payments into his account. Once a month for the past six years.”
