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I’d never seen a man move quicker than that. He pulled out his phone and slammed it on the table in front of me. “There. Passcode is one-two-three-four.”
“One-two-three-four? Really, Superman? You couldn’t think of anything better than that?” Damian laughed. “What kind of phone is it? I’ll have to send the boys out tomorrow for a charger, along with anything else they didn’t grab tonight.” He reached for the phone and studied it.
Cade rolled his eyes at Damian, and then he muttered, “Everything needs a password nowadays. And they all have to be different, because if you’re hacked, then everything is fucked. When I can go simple, I go fucking simple.”
“Don’t listen to him,” I told Cade. “Damian’s just trying to get under your skin.”
“Is he? You know him that well already?” Cade’s suspicion at Damian’s and my relationship was only logical. In reality, I didn’t know Damian much at all… and yet, at the same time, I think I knew him better than most.
Damian was Damian.
Damian slid the phone back over to me, doing nothing but smirking at us.
Cade groaned again. He checked the time on his phone. “I should get back to the city. I’ll work on getting another phone in the morning before touching base with you to see where we’re at. If you need anything… call Isaac Cunningham. That’s my father.”
I got up with Cade. “Thank you so much, Cade. For everything.” For coming here with the intent of saving me from my captors, for returning the assassination job even though it meant worse standing with your Guild. For literally everything.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, his green eyes reflecting the light from the fixture above the dining room table.
“But—” I stopped when he took my chin between his thumb and index finger. He angled my head back, forcing me to look up at him and once again reminding me of just how impressively tall he was. Superman indeed.
“I mean it,” he murmured. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t do any of it for your thanks, Giselle. I did it for you. Because I care about you. Because I…”
Seconds pass, and Damian pretends to swoon. “Awe, I think Superman’s in love.”
That’s all it took for Cade to frown and pull away from me. “Fuck off, Damian.” He then stalked off, leaving the house without another word. The moment, thanks to Damian, was ruined—although it didn’t look like Cade was ready to finish that sentence anytime soon, regardless.
Did Cade Cunningham love me? I couldn’t help but smile as I turned back to the table and sunk into my chair once again.
Damian watched me all the while, a smirk on his face. “Well, well. Does Superman have her love in return? I can’t blame her. He’s an impressive guy. Very tall. Very intimidating. I wouldn’t have guessed he’s your type, though.”
That remark made the bubbly feeling inside me dissipate, and I met Damian’s dark eyes as I asked, “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “He just seems like a very… macho guy. Alpha. I would’ve assumed your personalities wouldn’t mix, but maybe circumstances changed things.” When I continued giving him a strange look, he chuckled. “I ain’t poking fun at you, I promise. I’m just constantly amazed that you managed to catch so many fish in your net.”
Fish meaning guys. Damian wasn’t stupid. He knew there was more. He knew Cade and Luca weren’t the only ones. He’d been watching me for a while, either with his own eyes or his crew’s, which meant he had to know about Ezekiel and Zander.
Oh, Zander. What was I going to do with you?
“What kind of fish are you?” I asked, trying to get my mind off Zander and what Damian accused him of doing. The old wound in my stomach hurt, that night flaring to life in my mind.
Damian smirked at me. “Why? Want to catch another fish in that net, baby girl? Maybe you don’t need to. Maybe I’ve been in your net all along.” The look he gave me right then made me recall just how close we’d been before Cade had busted through that door.
Where would we be now if Cade never would’ve shown up? We were seconds from kissing—at least, I was pretty damn sure that’s where it was going. How far would we have gotten if we would’ve been left alone?
We were alone in the house now, although we were waiting on one more man to arrive tonight. No one else around, windows shut, curtains drawn. It was only because we were alone that I said, “What would Atlas do with a girl like me?”
“You know what they say about curiosity, baby girl. Curiosity killed the cat.”
My comeback was ready instantly: “It’s a good thing I’m no cat, then.”
Damian smirked harder at that, and he leaned onto the table across from me. The look he gave and that smirk pinned me in place. “Atlas would eat up every inch of that body. He’d make a girl like you forget. He’d make you his in every way, baby girl, and I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet.”
We stared at each other for a while after that, neither one of us saying a word more. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and every breath I took made my lungs shudder. Damian was intense as hell, and I had the feeling he meant every word he said.
Now was not the time to play with fire where Damian was concerned, and yet I couldn’t seem to help myself.
Before either of us could say another word, the front door swung open and Ezekiel walked in. The man wore his priest garb, the dark outfit snug on his muscular figure. His black-haired head whipped in our direction, and the moment he spotted me, he let out a sigh of relief. The door swung shut, and he strolled over to us at the table, in the blink of an eye the calmest man.
