“Who said I needed a reason? Maybe I just like this look in your eyes right now.”
Lifting his hand, he trails a fingertip down my cheek before ghosting it over my bottom lip.
“Maybe I just like having you at my mercy.”
“Sadist.”
“Oh, Siren. I thought you already knew. I’m so much worse than that.”
18
NICO
“The fuck?” Theo barks the second I rip his passenger door open and drop into the seat. “I called you like ten fucking minutes ago, saying it was urgent.”
“All right, keep your fucking knickers on. I’m here now, aren’t I?”
He glances over at me, the promise of pain oozing from his eyes.
Gunning the engine, we fly out of the car park and quickly speed away from Knight’s Ridge and toward the centre of town.
“What the fuck was so important that you made me wait?” he barks after long, painful seconds of seething in silence.
A smirk pulls up at my lips.
“I had a revision session.”
“What the fuck were you in the middle of studying? Lylah’s cunt? I swear to fuck, Nic. The boss won’t take that as a good enough excuse.”
“Yeah, he wasn’t overly thrilled the last time we turned up with our dicks still wet,” I deadpan.
“Seriously?” he hisses.
“You need to lighten up. Emmie not putting out or something?”
I’m baiting him, and he knows it. But he’s also too highly fucking strung to let it go.
I get it. Of course I fucking get it.
If we’ve been summoned by Damien, then the chances are he has news on the Italians. And I’m fucking desperate to hear exactly what we’re going to do to bring Ricardo motherfucking Mariano to his knees. Preferably in front of me while I press the barrel of my gun to his temple.
No. Shooting him would be too easy. I want him to go through everything Daemon did and worse.
I might even be a good friend and let Daemon start him off. I’ll fucking end him, though.
“Fuck you, my girl is fucking perfect. Although it seems that Lylah must have upped her game if she’s left you feeling this chipper.”
“I wasn’t fucking that whore.”
“So, who were you studying? Because we both know it wasn’t book pages you were spreading.”
“It was, actually. English lit, if you want specifics.”
“Engli— You motherfucker,” he hisses, putting two and two together and almost coming out with the right answer. “I thought you were going to let her do her job.”
“I was,” I say innocently. “And then I got this note about a revision session, and who should I find waiting for me in one of the private rooms of the library?”
“I’m assuming not Mrs. Hendrix,” he mutters under his breath.“You need to stop, Nico. Brianna is a decent person and if you fuck this up for her then—”