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“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? Stand around and look pretty?” She looks down at herself in disgust. “As if I even could,covered in blood, my clothes all ripped, my hair like a neglected, abused Barbie doll.”
Jesus. Women. They focus on the wrong damn things.
“No,” Mikhail snaps on speakerphone. “Do what he fucking tells you. Hang up and get cover.Now.”
He disconnects the call, and she throws her hands up in disgust. “My God!”
I scan the area.
“There. Over by the hangar. Follow me.”
“Yes,sir.Whatever you say,sir.”
Not drunk anymore. Good. She’ll feel every smack when I give her the spanking she so obviously deserves.
“Why are you being so miserable?” I ask her, tugging her hand down so she sits on the pavement beside me.
Frowning, she doesn’t answer. I didn’t expect her to.
She’s not usually so difficult. While I’d hardly call Renata Carerra submissive or compliant, she’s rarely so exhausting.
She sits beside me cross-legged on the pavement, playing with her hair. Fuck, but it’s sexy watching her delicate, graceful fingers sweep the hair off her neck and begin to braid it.
“I don’t want to talk, Ollie. You have no idea what I’ve just been through. Let’s stop with the third degree.”
I grit my teeth. “You’re right; I have no idea what you’ve been through. Our only goal right now is to stay alive until our ride gets here.”
“Why?” she snaps.
“Why stay alive?” I look at her in surprise.
“Jesus, no,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ve got that sorted out. I like being alive.” She gives me a sidelong look and swallows hard. “At least most of the time, anyway. I’ve had my moments.”
What does that mean?
I nod, listening, but I’m still hung up onI’ve had my moments.It’s a stark reminder that there’s so much more about Renata that I don’t know, and I want to know it all. I have to.
“I meant, why do we have to wait for a ride? We’re sitting ducks here. My brother’s not like Javier, you know. I mean he—he wasn’t like Javier.”
A look of panic flits across her face. I play it off like she didn’t just fucking admit he’s alive.
“What was your brother’s method?”
“Javier was all about strategy and manipulation. He had his tentacles far and wide and thankfully burned all his shit to the ground before he got to power. My brother was wild and reckless.” She stammers a bit. “He’d…he’d strike hard without thinking about the consequences, and anyone who’s taking over for him would be the same.”
“I get your point about us being sitting ducks and all that. I don’t want to sit here any longer than you do. But I trust Mikhail with my life and now yours. So I’m not interested in doing anything that will put either of us in danger.”
She frowns. God, she’s beautiful when she frowns like that.
Correction. She’s beautiful no matter what she says or does.
“We’re staying here. It’s the safest bet.”
She wraps her arms around her legs, her eyes darting around the space outside the hangar.
“Is this what my life is going to be like?”
I stand beside her, my weapon drawn. She seems so small sitting beside me. I feel like I tower over her.
