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“I’m all yours, Zayne Thorngren. Just yours. Forever.”
CHAPTER X
Zayne
I breathe in her scent and kiss the top of her head. We’ve been lying here a while, and the concrete is battering my back, but the happiness I feel is worth it.
Until a clapping of hands rips through the euphoria, the sound sharp and cold.
I sit up in a flash, Sirenna barely stirring in my arms as I move in such a way as to cover her. She’s completely naked, while I’ve managed to pull my pants up before we fell asleep.
I take in the people surrounding us at one glance and cradle Sirenna in my arms as I get up to my feet. That’s when she realizes that something’s wrong.
“Put your clothes on,” I say as I set her down on her feet and step in front of her to block her from sight. My eyes cross like razors over the men in black standing in a semicircle in front of us, blocking the door. They’re armed to their fucking teeth, their leader none other than fucking Top Boy. His hiked-up eyebrows mark the perpetually shocked look on his face, the grin still plastered to his face, an expensive suit covering his large, bony body.
“Finally, the beast has a soft spot,” he says.
Behind me, Sirenna has managed to gather her clothes off the floor, and now she’s shuffling into them. I make myself broad enough to mask most of what’s happening, and with her being much smaller than me, Top Boy is left with no choice but to look disappointed.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he says, misinterpreting the cold mask on my face. “Especially considering that it was your own people, The Order, who set me free. You know, those who were supposed to have your back?”
“Oh, I am happy to see you, Gordon. Just not at all surprised.”
“If you’re saying that you expected this to happen, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you.”
A grin forms on my face. “Why? It was only logical that you’d come after me the first chance you got. After all, who would just let go of the man who made their daddy weep like a baby watching his wife writhing on another man’s cock, while begging to be slapped and spat in the face?” I lean my head back a little, looking mockingly at him down my nose. “I heard he shot a bullet through his own head a few months after that, is that true? Or was it your psychopathic mother, seizing the chance to get all of his money so she could pay her fuckboys?”
Anger reddens his face all the way up to the top of his ears.
“You sure have a big mouth for a guy who made a fuckload of enemies.” His eyebrows ride further up, furrowing his forehead. “Powerful enemies. Enemies among the people who once stood for you.”
He holds up his hand. At a snap of his fingers a man comes forwards, snaking his way among the gunmen. Sirenna gasps behind me, gripping my waist. But a second later, instead of making herself small behind me as her still-husband reveals himself, she tries to step in front of me. My arm forms a barrier stopping her, keeping her protected.
“Come face me, wife,” Joseph spits out, his one good eye full of malice. The other one is still swollen, the bag under it black and red, and he can only open it halfway. Bruises and scratches mar the sides of his face and his neck, and his desire for revenge is so strong that he reeks of it. He’s lost a lot of weight too in the time I held him prisoner, the clothes hanging off him like rags thrown onto a fence. Cuts dip into the neck opening of his shirt, and his once salt-and-pepper hair went almost fully gray in a matter of weeks.
“Let her come forward, lover boy,” he pushes angrily through his teeth when I keep Sirenna behind me. “Let her stand up for what she’s done.”
