Page 43 of Depraved

Anger.

Fury.

Disappointment.

His glare cut over my shoulder toward Onyx. Jealousy…?

“I said go to your room,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched while still looking straight at Onyx. The atmosphere was excruciating. Downright toxic. It was like a goddamn choking hazard.

I didn’t mean to hesitate. Honestly, I didn’t know what the hell to do with Granite towering over me like a two-hundred-and-twenty-pound threat. But I did hesitate. I didn’t move…until Granite grabbed me with one arm wrapping around my waist, hoisting me up and over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. One arm. Just one fucking arm, and I was carried off down the hall.

“Yo, Granite. What’s going on?”

Some bald guy stepped aside as we passed him in the hall with me still over Granite’s shoulder. Granite didn’t even look his way. He stomped down the hall like he was waiting for hellhounds to start gnawing at his fucking ankles.

“Put me down!” My fists slammed into his back, but it was no use. My strength was no match for his.

Granite walked into the room and slammed the door closed before finally putting me down. When my feet hit the floor, I rushed to the other side of the room, panic and anger reaching the boiling point inside me.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I bit out.

“You danced for him.”

I balked. “What?”

He took a step forward. “You danced for my brother.” The words left his mouth with a snarl, the hard tone of hostility poisoning the air around us even more.

“What? No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t dance for your brother. Well, I did. But I didn’t. Shit.”

“I saw you dance while he watched you.”

“Neon watched too.” I pointed to…to…well, fucking nowhere. “I wasn’t dancing for Onyx. I was trying to prove a point.”

He took another step closer, his face nothing but stone. “And what point is that? That you can dance? That you can bend your fucking body and split your legs wide open?”

“Good God.” I pulled my hands through my hair. “That’s not what I was doing. I was just…” I stilled. “Wait. What does it matter?”

Granite didn’t move, and his expression still gave me nothing.

I moved closer, just a little. “What does it matter, Granite? So what if I danced for your brother?” Curiosity got the better of me. It was stronger than fear. There was a reason curiosity killed the cat.

Granite rubbed his palm across his beard, his lips pulled in a straight line.

Of course, being the curious cat, I had to push just a little further. “Do not tell me you’re jealous.”

Stupid curious cat.

Like a giant wrecking ball, Granite launched at me, my back hitting the wall as he grabbed my neck, wrapping his fingers around my throat.

“You’re fucking with the wrong man, Alyx.”

“I’m not fucking with anyone.”

His green-eyed gaze searched my face, nothing but disdain and displeasure in the depths of his eyes. “You need to start behaving.”

“And you need to let me go. You can’t do this.”

He took another step, and I found it increasingly difficult to draw a decent breath.