“The fuck? He seriously locked us in?” Enzo barks, pushing me aside to try the door handle for himself.
Enzo slams a hand on the wood. “Hey! It’s fucking seven o’clock, man. Let us out.”
However, Sylvester is already gone, on his way down the metal steps, if the metallic ringing sound is any indication.
“What the hell happened?” he snaps, turning his glare to me accusingly.
“I didn’t do anything!” I shout defensively. “Where were you anyway?”
“I’ve been downstairs fixing a few things so I could focus on something else other than throttling him. I just went to take a shower ten minutes ago and came out to this,” he explains, frustration evident in his tone.
It’s only now that I realize that water droplets are clinging to the fine dusting of hair on his chest, dripping down the contours of his abs. His hair and beard are growing out, yet it doesn’t make him look any less devastating. Coupled with the fierce expression on his face, my organs are currently on fire, and my blood is the gasoline.
“So, what happened?” he repeats, his brow furrowed with anger.
Clearing my throat, I will myself to refocus on the issue at hand.
“He came in here to apologize and then ended up saying if a man touches me, I asked for it because I'm wearing a bikini and shorts.”
He takes a menacing step toward me, a black shadow blanketing him. “Did he touch you again?” He doesn't wait for an answer, turning to glower at the door. “Lo uccido,” he spits, deathly calm.
“What does that mean?”
He turns to me, searing me beneath his blazing stare. “It means I’m going to fucking kill him, Sawyer.”
I scoff, baffled at why the hell he’s acting like he gives a shit.
“Whatever. You don’t have much room to talk anyway.”
He turns that glower to me, and I shift. He's seriously scary.
“Come again?” he challenges.
“Well, did you not fuck me while actively drowning me? You’re going to act like there isn’t something wrong with that?”
A dimple begins to appear in his cheek, and I swear toGod,if the fucker actually smiles right now,I’mgoing to killhim.
“You’re right,” he concedes, pausing a beat before saying, “and I’d do it again. I’m the only one allowed to touch you,bella ladra, and I’m the only one who will cause you pain.Capito?”
My eyes widen in shock, and for a few seconds, the only thing I’m capable of is sputtering at him.
“What are you—a barbarian? Did cavemen raise you?”
“I wouldn’t call nuns cavemen,” he responds casually. I just stare at him, and he calmly walks to the bed, picking up the book and studying it. I get the feeling he’s just trying to distract himself from me, and for some reason, that pisses me off more.
“You were not raised by nuns.”
“Where did you get this?” he asks, wiggling the book and ignoring me.
“The bookshelf. It's a shelf that you put books on,” I clip. “Where did you get your audacity?”
He continues to ignore me as he flips through the book, refusing to offer me a real response.
My hands ball into tight fists, a cocktail of emotions churning in my stomach. From his threats in the cave to Sylvester’s strange attitude, and now this… I’m overflowing with frustration from the entire male species.
I’m pretty sure women can live just fine without them, yet here they are, still plaguing Earth like cockroaches. A definite hiccup in evolution.
“Learn anything valuable about lighthouses? Anything that might actually help us?”