Of course. I firm my lips. He walks over, places the cover on the bed, then stalks in the direction of the bathroom. He steps in, and I hear him moving around. Then he pops his head through the doorway. "Come 'ere."
"Eh?" I scowl in his direction. "You’re joking, right?"
"There are no cameras here," he says in a low voice. "It’s safer if we speak in here."
"I don’t have anything to say to you."
"Are you sure?" He glances about the room again, then lowers his voice to a hush, "Don’t you want to find a way out of here?"
"Not if it means being with you." Well, of course I want to get out of here, but no way am I going to admit that to him.
He leans a shoulder against the door, then narrows his gaze on me. "Come here, Angel." The low hum of his voice lights up my nerve-endings.
I hold his gaze for a beat, another, then shove my legs over the side of the bed. I straighten and walk toward him, not missing the flash of victory in his eyes. "I’m only coming to you because there isn’t a camera in there."
He shuts the door behind me, and instantly, it feels like we’re locked in a bubble. This space is so tiny, it’s like the bathroom on an aircraft. There’s barely enough space for the commode and the sink. Add his bulk, and there’s no way to stand in there without touching some part of him. I flatten myself against the wall and try to hold in my breath.
A chuckle rumbles up his chest. "Now this is cozy, isn’t it?"
"Save it," I snarl. "What is it you wanted to say to me?"
He turns on the tap over the sink, and the sound of running water fills the space. "Just to make doubly sure they can't hear us," he explains, then leans in closer until his chest almost touches mine. "I have an idea on how we can get out of here."
"Do I even want to hear this?"Umm, yes, I do, but nope, not going to admit it to this egomaniac.
"Do you have a choice?" he retorts.
I snap my jaw together and stare at him.
His grin widens. "So clearly, we’ve been put in the same cell together because they wanted us to meet."
"Or maybe they didn’t have enough space?" I speculate.
"It’s possible, but I’d say it’s more likely they wanted to see how we would interact."
"You mean, like an experiment or something?" I hunch my shoulders. "This just keeps getting creepier and creepier."
"Maybe they thought we wouldn’t get along?" He purses his lips. "More likely, they knew about my tendencies and wanted to see what would happen if they locked us in together. Although, there’s one more possibility..."
"What’s that?"
"They had you locked in here with the woman and her kids we came to save."
"We? Who’s 'we'?
"Me and my brothers."
"More of the Mafia Seven?"
"The Sovrano Seven," he corrects me.
"So, you came to save these people?"
"They’re the family of the man who attacked one of my brothers and his wife," he replies.
"Now, I’m really confused. Why would you save the family of someone who attacked your family?" I scowl.
"Because he was forced to do it, and he agreed to help us track down Freddie—that’s the guy who’s holding us, incidentally."