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Ezra, Lee, and Benji stare at me as I make my way to the fridge and start pulling stuff out to make lunch.
“I need another room,” I tell Ezra without looking at him. I start cutting up a rotisserie chicken, not even sure what I’m going to make yet. “Mine is a mess.”
Ezra comes to stand next to me at the counter. He leans his elbows on the sleek surface and looks at me, but I refuse to make eye contact with him. “I noticed.”
I grab a head of lettuce and mayonnaise out of the fridge and a loaf of bread out of the pantry. I guess I’m making a sandwich.
“So, what are you going to do about that?” I ask him. It’s a genuine question, but he takes it for the challenge it so clearly is.
My hands shake a little as I chop the lettuce into thin shreds, knowing full well what my smart mouth will get me. A part of me wants the punishment he seems so hellbent on giving me.
“Is she always this feisty?” Lee asks from somewhere behind me.
Ezra grabs one of my curls and twirls it around a finger. “Not usually, no.”
I say nothing else as I assemble my sandwich and take a big bite out of it. “If you won’t let me go home, I’m going to keep defying you,” I say around a mouth full of food.
“Then I’ll just have to keep punishing you,” he retorts, grinning.
I glower at him and clean up my mess. Gliding past the three men, I go outside and eat my food by the pool.
* * *
AvoidingEzra is impossible when we’re living under the same roof again, so after I finish my food, I sit by the pool for a few hours, watching the clouds roll by and wishing I could ride one far away from here. I finally decide to go inside when I can’t take the chill anymore.
Ezra, Lee, and Jay are huddled at the island in the middle of the kitchen. A fourth man sits with them, a ridiculously attractive Hispanic man with dark hair, a charming smile, and the most adorable dimples I’ve ever seen. They all look up at me when I walk in. My stomach flutters as their attention turns to me.
“You’re right,” Dimples murmurs to no one in particular, his voice smooth and slightly accented. “Sheisbeautiful.”
Butterflies flutter violently in my stomach and chest as he stands up and begins walking over to me. The cold air outside made my nipples hard, and when Dimples’ eyes dart to my chest, I know they’re clear as day.
“Hands off, Vic,” Ezra warns. “She’s mine.”
I want to shout that I’m not his anymore, but the words won’t come out. Not as Vic continues walking towards me with a cocky grin on his face, ignoring Ezra’s order. When he stops in front of me, he takes my hand and kisses the top of it. His lips are warm and soft against my cold skin, and his goatee tickles. He makes eye contact with me before letting go and standing upright. I can practically feel everyone in the room holding their breaths, and Idefinitelyfeel Ezra’s eyes on me.
“Victor.” Ezra’s tone is sharp. He pushes away from the island, shooting daggers at the back of Vic’s head.
Vic just chuckles and looks at Ezra over his shoulder, still holding onto my hand. “What?” he asks innocently. “I’m just meeting our new guest.”
“She’s not a new guest,” Ezra says icily, “and I mean it when I say hands. Fucking.Off.”
Lee and Jay look at each other, amused. I’m also eager to see how this will play out.
The two men stare each other down, and it’s Vic who breaks the silence first. He looks at me and says, “My apologies,mi amor.”
But he doesn’t sound sorry at all, and I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face. Ezra cuts a look at me, and I quickly fix my face.
Vic returns to his place by Lee, but his eyes never leave me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his heated gaze travel over my bare legs. I try to look away from him, if only to keep Ezra’s temper at bay, but he’s too damn gorgeous.
His skin is a light, golden brown and covered in tattoos, much like Ezra and the others. His night-black hair is cropped short and shines in the afternoon sunlight. He doesn’t appear to be that much older than me, but his goatee makes him look more mature. Both of his ears are pierced with small black studs, and his left eyebrow is pierced. He’s sex on a stick, and I want to lick every inch of him.
“The next time we see that motherfucker, his life is forfeit,” Jay’s deep voice rumbles from behind me as I place my dirty dishes into the sink and leave the kitchen. That statement alone is a reminder of why I tried so hard to get away from this life.
I pity whoever is on the receiving end of their wrath.
Quickly, I pad back to my room to grab a few things before finding another room to sleep in. But, to my dismay, the room has been completely cleaned and put back together again. The gouges in the wall have been filled and repainted, the broken furniture has been replaced… Even the shattered mirror in the bathroom is brand new.
How the hell did he get this done so quickly? I was only outside a few hours.
