Page 128 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Have you talked to them?”

I sat up, feeling the stirrings of irritation. I didn’t like all the questions. “Nothing to talk about. They’ve run their course. I’m ready to move on. I warned them already, so it’s not a surprise.”

Edge laughed, a hard, unamused sound. “You honestly think I’m buying this bullshit?”

My eyebrows shot downward, anger replacing the irritation. “I don’t give a shit what you’re buying, Edge.”

Before he could blast me with whatever was about to come out of his mouth, a knock sounded, and I turned to see Jamie standing in the doorway. Her eyes darted from me to Edge, then back.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” she said softly, her eyes once again swinging over to Edge.

There was something on her face I’d never seen before. Something I wasn’t fond of seeing now.

Edge pushed to his feet. “He’s all yours, Jamie. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

I watched their interaction, the way Edge moved toward her, the simple touch he offered as his fingers brushed her arm. My eyes narrowed, and I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp for touching her so intimately.

“Come find me when you’re finished with him,” Edge said softly.

“Bullshit!” I shot to my feet. “She’s not gonna come find you, Edge.”

Electric-blue eyes shot to my face. “I wasn’t asking your permission, Zeke.”

“Stop. Please,” Jamie pleaded, placing her hand on Edge’s arm. “I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

That seemed to placate Edge because he shot me a quick glare before disappearing down the hall.

Jamie stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. When she turned back to me, she pointed toward my chair. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

For fuck’s sake. Why the hell did everyone insist on telling me what to do?

Hesitating briefly, I finally sat when she positioned herself in the chair Edge had vacated.

“I stopped by your house this morning,” she said. “The boys said you left early.”

“They should be gone by now,” I muttered, then glanced down at the desk.

“They’re not leaving,” she replied.

“When I give them no choice, they will,” I assured her, meeting her determined gaze.

She sighed, then settled into the chair. “I heard what happened with Matt. I’m sorry you had to run into him again, Zeke.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“The hell it’s not.” She pointed at me. “Look at yourself, Zeke. You’re a mess. Last Friday, you were actually happy. And now, you look like shit.”

“Tell me how you really feel,” I snapped.

“Fine. I will.” Jamie sat up straight. “I think you’ve found something that completes you, Zeke. Was I surprised when I found out you’d taken two submissives? Absolutely. But it made so much sense. You’re a difficult man to deal with, so I get how it would take two men to handle you. And those men … Brax and Case … they’re the real deal.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about them,” I countered.

“Oh, but I do. For one, I spent the morning with them. When you weren’t there to take me to breakfast, I took them. And we talked. They’re good guys and”—Jamie smiled—“they think you hung the moon.”

“The hell they do.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe they didn’t say as much, but I see it when they talk about you.”