Page 19 of A Wilde Christmas

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Page 19 of A Wilde Christmas

As the doorshut behind her, Davey yanked at the vibrant lights entwining his wrists. Beneath his hard grip, the bulbs flickered sporadically—their cheery glow only serving to further incite his fury.

“Rowan!” he roared.

“Told you I’d get you to scream my name,” she said, her voice muffled by the door.

And then she was gone, her footsteps retreating through his apartment.

His too quiet apartment.

No toenails clicked on the wood floors.

No impatient snuffling at the closed bedroom door.

“Luka?”

Silence.

He was alone.

The goddamn woman had sexed him into a coma, tied him up like a Christmas package, and vanished.

With. His. Dog.

Fuck protecting Rowan Bristow. He didn’t care who was after her or who her father was. He was going to kill her as soon as he found her.

He tugged at the lights again, but they didn’t budge. He pulled and yanked and bellowed with frustration. He kicked against the sheets tangled around his feet, and the bedside table rattled. His phone was there under the pile of empty condom wrappers. If he could reach it, he could call...

Who?

911?

No way was he letting this go in a police report.

His dad and uncles were also out. He didn’t want them to see him like this when they just trusted him with the company.

That left...

“Davey?” Elliot’s voice called from the front room.

“Yo, you here?” Dominic added.

His brothers.

Jesus.

His head fell back against the pillows in defeat.

They’d never let him live this down.

He closed his eyes as embarrassment burned through him, then kicked until he was mostly back under the blanket. At least the essential bits were covered.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he answered, all but choking on the embarrassment. “In the bedroom and, uh… could use some help.”

There was a pause. Then he heard their boots thunking across the living room.

“What the hell? You promised to be at Mom and Dad’s for presents this morn—” Elliot froze when he shoved open the door. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “What. The. Fuck?”

Dominic burst out laughing and took out his phone.


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