“Sullivan,” I said calmly. “I see you’ve met Ellie.”
“Dude,” Sullivan narrowed his eyes, bleary with booze. “We’re just talking.”
“Just talking?” I laughed.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the barstool, shoving his head and chest into the table to the side of us, twisting his arm around his back. He kicked his legs, throwing his free arm wildly, but it was useless. He whimpered, and I held his arm tighter. I leaned into his ear.
“If you ever talk to her again, I’ll cut out your tongue,” I sneered. “And if you touch her again, I’ll cut off your hands.” I wrenched his arm again. “Got it?”
I let him go, and the asshole fell into the table, groaning. The entire hall had turned towards us, most of them gawking at Sullivan in pain, or looking from me, to Ellie, wondering who the hell she was.
It didn’t matter who Ellie was. What mattered was that Ellie was mine. And no man was going to talk to or touch her, except for me.
I turned towards her slowly.
“You,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her. Her deep blue eyes were wide, her mouth hanging out, her pink lips pliable. “You knew better,” I growled.
“I—” she started, but I grabbed her waist, flipping her around and pushing her forward.
“Not here,” I said in a low voice so that only she could hear. “I told you I had only a few rules.” The muscles in her back clenched, and my dick pulsed, thinking of what was to come. “I’ll show you what happens when you break them.”
CHAPTER 6
Ellie
I held my breath, waiting for Wil to speak. But he was silent, sliding into the car beside me and nodding at the driver as if nothing had happened. The driver wouldn’t look me in the eye. He knew, better than the other guy, about what Wil expected from the men around him, especially when it came to me.
He doesn’t want anyone talking to you because he doesn’t want you to find out what he’s hiding, the voice said.And he’s hiding everything. Including her.
If Wil knew where my sister was, I would find out.
By the time we were in the penthouse, my stomach was twisted in knots. It’s one thing to put up a facade like you’re a badass, but it’s another to deal with a man who threatens to chop off another person’s hands. A man who openly tells you he’ll kill you. I knew he wouldn’t stop there. Not many people mean it when they said they were willing to kill for someone, but with the way Wil had handled the guy from the bar? It wasn’t a bluff.
But I wasn’t bluffing either. I could kill too. I just needed the right moment.
In the office, he made me wait for a few minutes, while he did something in another room.He’s preparing for your funeral, the voice said.He’ll kill you. Just like you knew he would.Just like he killed her.
But she’s not dead, I tried to scream back in my head to get the voice to stop. But it wouldn’t stop repeating those lines:He’ll kill you. Just like he killed her.So instead of blocking out the voice, I tried to dull it by concentrating on what Icoulddo. I stood in the middle of the room, glancing around at the bookshelves and at the one frame that decorated the walls. The picture of what I assumed was his family. It was hard for me to imagine a family with a father and brothers who were worse than Wil. They had gifted me to him as a present, as a nice gesture. What would they do when you were their enemy?
You know what they do, the voice said.They’ll kill you. Like they killed her.
Stop it, I thought. Leave me alone.
Once Wil returned, he took a seat behind the wooden desk, then gestured for me to sit in front of it. My chair was lower than his, making it so that I had to look up at him. His eyes were dark, unwelcoming, filled with rage and passion swirling into one. Though his facial expressions on the surface seemed blank, the lack of emotion was eerie. He had been filled with smiles, reassuring touches, promising words that he could give me what I wanted. That he could give me my sister. He had even backed off when I resisted the knife the night before.
Now? It was different. I was no longer on that same footing as before. I grit my teeth.
“We have a few differences to discuss,” he said, putting his fingers together as if he was sizing up his opponent.
“Yes?”
“Why were you talking to Sullivan?”
I hadn’t gotten as far as getting his name when Wil interrupted us. The man, I guess his name was Sullivan, was one of the few that was willing to talk to me. So despite the voice trying to stop me, to warn me that Sullivan was the enemy too, I word-vomited at Sullivan. Let it all out. I couldn’t trust anyone, but at least this man wasn’t holding me hostage. At least he might be willing to help me.
“I was asking him about my sister,” I said, crossing my arms in front of me. There might have been a rule against speaking to other men, but there wasn’t a rule against asking about my sister.
“And what did he say?” Wil asked.
