Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(31)
I ground my molars together and told myself I still needed Kai. I couldn’t kill him just yet.
“That was a dirty move,” I told him in a low mutter. “Sneaky, underhanded bullshit, right there. How’d you even find my home?” That was a question that’d been bugging me since realizing Stanley was gone. I was so careful covering my tracks. Ten years I’d lived there, and no one had ever found me, other than those I trusted. Even Leon hadn’t found me there… as far as I knew.
Kai wasn’t even slightly apologetic. “It got your attention, didn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes and said nothing. Shithead was trying to get a rise out of me.
“Who did you hire to steal him back, anyway?” he asked curiously, shifting in the passenger seat so he was facing me better. Suddenly the car was way too small. “It was a flawless theft.”
I scoffed. “Of course it was. I told him exactly where to find you. Can you shut the hell up now? I have a headache, and you’re making it worse.” That wasn’t a lie, my head was thumping.
“Have you taken any painkillers for your bruises?” he prompted, ignoring my request for him to shut up.
Frustrated, annoyed, and crazy worked up with sexual tension, I just shot him a withering glance and kept driving in silence. Of course I hadn’t taken painkillers. Dumb ass.
Kai just continued watching me like a sexy hawk as I completed the security protocols to access my Hestia safe house, then followed me inside when I opened the front door. When the door closed behind him, the lock electronically shutting and echoing through the space, I swallowed heavily.
This was such a bad idea.
“What are you thinking right now, kaikohuru iti?” he asked in a deep rumble, standing at my back with his hands resting gently on my shoulders. “Are you remembering how good we can be together? How relaxing and peaceful that week was on my island, without anyone trying to kill you?”
“Actually, I was thinking about whether Leon would be awake if I called him right now,” I retorted, stepping away from his touch and making my way through to the bedroom that I’d left my luggage in earlier. I needed to strip out of my weapons and take some aspirin for my head.
Kai followed, unsurprisingly. “You haven’t killed that motherfucker yet?” he asked with a decidedly violent thread in his voice. “Do you even know what he is?”
I gave a long sigh, unclipping my shoulder holsters and shrugging out of them with a slight wince. My neck hurt. “Yeah, Kai, I’m well aware. He’s an executioner. How’d you know that?” I turned to frown at him where he stood in the bedroom doorway, but he was staring back at me with a puzzled expression.
“What?” I snapped. “You thought I wouldn’t work it out?” In fairness, I wouldn’t have if he didn’t put a knife to my throat.
Kai gave a slow head shake, then flashed a brittle smile. “I guess not.”
He was holding something back, but I was in no mood for silly games. “Whatever. There’s a spare room across the hall, it’s all yours.” I planted a hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him out into the hall. As soon as the doorway was clear, I slammed the door shut and twisted the lock.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I rested my forehead against the door and tried to desperately gather my wits back around me. My whole body felt off balance, like I’d been on a carousel since the moment I met Kai, and now I couldn’t stop the spinning.
No footsteps sounded on the other side of the door, and I just knew he was still standing right there. So it didn’t shock me when he spoke again.
“You think it’s that easy to push me away, Siren? I just got you back, and I won’t lose you again. That’s both a threat and a promise. You’ve been mine since the moment our paths crossed, and you damn well know it.”
A deep shudder ran through my body, and I retreated back to the bed, flopping down on my back. Mine. Mine. That word was getting tossed around in reference to me a whole lot lately… I couldn’t help but wonder how either Kai or Leon would react when they realized that I was no one’s but my own.
No man owned me. I was my own woman, and that’d never change, no matter how hot I found the charade.
14
My meetings that had kept me away from my DeLuna were utterly pointless. A total waste of my time and patience. It was a damn good thing I hadn’t attended in person—instead opting to dial in via secure server and going through the motions while pacing my London office like a caged animal. The trouble with wearing so very many different hats was that I had to essentially live multiple lives. I had meetings to attend, people to answer to, paperwork to file on all my identities.
Luckily, I also had a team of acceptably competent tech bunnies in my employ, making sure every base was covered. So much of my survival, of my success, was dependent on my anonymity in several of my identities. As much as I’d rather do it all alone, I needed to free my time up for things I truly enjoyed.
Like her.
Everything about her, not just fucking her. Not just pulling out my gallery of images and jerking my dick so hard it hurt. In the best kind of way.
“Where are you at with that file on Danny DeLuna?” I barked at my most useful employee, Douglas. I had six elite hackers working out of this office in London, and they all thought they were being paid by MI6. They thought they were the “good guys” working to take down foreign threats to the British Government. Each and every one of them would be horrified to learn they were, in fact, mercenaries working for the Guild.