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Ray takes a second to respond, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s coming to the realization that I’m losing my mind, or if it’s because he’s slowly remembering who I am.
Leonid Barinov. Leader of the Black Delphi.
I may be his friend, but I’m still the fucking boss. And this is my captive. My enemy. My girl.
“I get it,” Ray finally says. “No need to be so snippy. Save that energy for the bitch.”
“Don’t fucking call her that,” I foolishly snap. Immediately, I regret my lapse in judgement. Both towards her, and with Ray right now.
I’ve shown my hand.
“I knew it,” Ray mumbles. “That was a test, pal. You failed. Don’t you go falling for our enemy just because she’s pretty. Hell, I’ve seen it happen before. It never ends well.”
“Would you say that to your bosses faces?” I ask, knowing full well that he wouldn’t. With the exception of Shane and Tara, every single Kilpatrick brother is married to a former enemy.
Fuck.
Just like that, I realize that Ray has gotten me again.
“This isn’t like what they went through,” I sneer, hating that I drew a parallel between what happened with them and their wives and what’s happening with Sophia and me. “I’m never getting married. Especially not to her. She had her chance and she blew it. Now, she’s paying the consequences.”
“…. Well, I’m just down the block if you need any help,” Ray says. “Obviously, I have experience with this type of—”
Before he can finish taunting me, I hang up. Tossing my phone aside, I step under the running water and let the heat singe away my madness.
This is not going as planned… whatever my plan was. But that doesn’t mean I can’t recalibrate.
I’m going to have to talk to Sophia again.
Closing my eyes, I let the water wash away my tension.
As my muscles relax, I realize that, if this is going to work out in my favor, I’m going to have to approach this differently. I’m going to have to approach her differently.
Next time, I won’t be foolish enough to deny my attraction to her. That’s not going to work. She gets my blood pumping and my cock going.
But how do I tear straight answers out of a girl who twists me into knots just by existing?
Do I cover her in sheets so I can’t see that tender little body or that beautiful fucking face?
No. Because her voice drives me just as crazy.
Do I force her to write notes to me like some school girl?
No. Because her words cut straight through my fucking chest.
Suddenly, I have an idea.
It sends a rush of blood pumping down to my cock. By the time I understand what I have to do, I’m rock hard again.
How do I tear straight answers out of a girl who twists me into knots just by existing?
By threatening her with something other than pain.
… And by rewarding myself with a twisted kind of pleasure.
12
Sophia
