Page 35 of Point Proven
“Oh, lord, smite me,” Thorne mumbled, pushing himself out of the crimson lounge chair.
“But, wait, what else am I supposed to do with the mission? I’m really good with a gun!”
“That would be a conversation to discuss with your fiancé. We decided to stay off one another’s toes when it came to ‘his men,’” he added emphasis with his fingers, “and I’d rather not piss off theesteemedThorne Graves.”
“But I’m not one of ‘his men.’ I’m his fiancé.”
“Mmm…” Levander drummed his knuckles on his desk. “His facial expression would beg to differ.”
Turning to Thorne, he refused to look at me. Striations danced along his jaw, the words I’d uttered clearly having left their mark.
“Anything else you need from us, Lev?”
Lev?
Levander shook his head. “I mean. Just my cookies.”
“I’ll get you your cookies,” I said, diverting my attention from Thorne.
I didn’t understand why he was upset because I wasn’t one of “his men.” I was his fiancé, someone who loved him more than them. Scratching my jaw, Simon was already heading to the door.
“Oh, Levander?” Simon asked, pausing before he reached the handle.
“Hm?” he questioned, picking his cigarette back up.
“For a Mafia head, you’re… really fucking young. Sorry, it’s been bothering me. How old… are you, if it’s not too much to ask?”
Chuckling, Levander sparked his lighter. “Freshly twenty. My birthday was last month.”
He… He was two years younger thanme?
Opening my mouth to respond, I stopped as Thorne headed out, Simon following. Darting my gaze back at Levander, I rubbed the back of my neck. “I… um, I’ll get your cookies. It was really nice meeting you, and hopefully we can talk some more. You’re really nice.”
“Likewise, Oren. You seem like a good man. I’m glad someone as high-strung as Thorne has someone like you.”
Smiling despite the ache in my chest, I dipped my head in a nod. “T-Thank you.”
Giving him one last farewell, I hurried after them, crossing my arms over my chest to keep my heart from bursting out of me.
Something was going on with Thorne, and if it was something to do with me… I needed to know.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THORNE
Shrugging my jacket off after showing Simon to the guest room, I released a breath. My demands for Oren to pack a bag seemed redundant, considering we’d landed back at home. Shoving my jacket onto an empty hanger in our closet, I kicked my shoes off before stepping back into the bedroom.
I combed my fingers through my hair as I crossed the space, ignoring Oren’s presence on the bed. I was far too high-strung for a conversation. Every fucking time I tried to kindly ask for his cooperation, he went out of his way to oppose me. He claimed he trusted me, but every goddamn action proved otherwise.
Sure, he wanted to ‘save face’ with Levander, but that meant tossing aside my sanity, my opinions, my feelings—me.And he did it without question, without so much as batting an eye.
Landing in front of my bedside table, I tugged the drawer open and grabbed my motorcycle key.
“What… Where are you going?” Sliding from the mattress, he stood, rubbing at his ring.
“On a ride. I’ll be back.”
“You… You’re leaving?”
