My brows pull together. Well, this is unexpected. “You’re Declan Huxley,” I whisper.
Behind me, Thing One curses.
“God fucking damnit!” Dickbag roars. Bloody dude forgotten, he stomps forward, grips the back of my neck, and marches me out of the room and down the hall. “This is why we don’t let pets out of their cages. Fuck!”
Declan’s harsh laugh follows us as I’m escorted back to my room. Thing Dickbag tosses me inside, and just before he shuts the door, I catch Thing One staring back at me. He looks defeated with his shoulders slumped and his hands hanging loosely at his side.
Hours later, my mind is still whirling as I wait for them to decide what they want to do with me. Beats the fuck out of me why Declan would risk me figuring out who they are. I haven’t seen the other two’s faces yet, but it’s easy to guess now.
When my door swings open and my captor’s mask-less face appears, I know I’m right.
Akio Savage, Lunar Security’s tech genius, stares back at me, a crooked smile on his smooth, handsome face. “Hey, Siren.” I blink back at him, shock ripplingthrough me once more at the revelation of my captors’ identities. He’s lost his hoodie, and in its place is a white t-shirt and a leather jacket to match his ripped black jeans.Damn, so pretty.“What do you say you join us upstairs for dinner?”
I can’t stop staring at him. “Depends.”
He tilts his head. “On what?”
“If I’m allowed to use a fork.”
His smile grows. “I don’t know,” he sing-songs. “Are you planning on trying to stab me again?” He steps back, motioning for me to walk with him.
“Tempting. But I don’t think I’ll push my luck today.” After Declan’s reveal and my now undetermined fate.
We head up the stairs and Akio unlocks the door with a retina scanner.Who does he think he is, James Bond?He takes my hand and leads me through the house so quickly, that I barely have time to gawk at how freaking huge the place is.
“Honey, I’m home,” Akio announces as we enter the dining room. “And I’ve brought a date.”
There’s a table long enough to seat twenty in the middle of the room, and Akio pulls me down to the far end where the only two occupants, both mask-less and frowning, are sitting.
At the head of the table is none other than Lunar Security’s CEO, Matteo Moretti.Holy yum.The image online didn’t do this man justice. He has bronze skin and dark, wavy hair that is styled back from his face, showcasing his strong jawline and the white scar across his brow. And if I look closely enough, there’s faded bruises circling his eyes and nose from where I socked him the other day.Nice. “She’s not anyone’s date. Fallon is still our captive.”
Declan snorts from across the table. “For now.”
Akio pulls out the seat to Matteo’s left for me, then takes the one next to mine. Matteo points a finger at Declan. “You don’t get to talk.”
“Oh, come on, brother. It’s not so bad. Look, she’s stuck with us now, true, but she was damn helpful in that interrogation back there.” He glances over at me. “And if she provesun-useful, well, then we just get rid of her.”
I raise an unimpressed brow. “By killing me, I assume?” I feign a yawn. “Boring.”
“Let’s just eat,” Matteo grumbles. He lifts a lid on the large serving tray between us, revealing the row of gourmet-style hamburgers sided with onion rings. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.
The guys all take a burger and place it on their plate. Matteo is about to take a bite when his brows lower. “Eat,” he orders me.
“You know, I’m not actually your pet, you fucking caveman.” Still, I pick up the burger and bite into it. A moan slips from me. It’s like tasting a slice of heaven. Greasy and cheesy and prepared just the way I like it, with bacon. I swallow and take another bite.
“Damn, Siren.”
I glance up, noticing all their attention on me. Declan has already scarfed his burger down, but is scowling at me, and Matteo is just smiling smugly for some reason.
Akio shifts in his seat, throwing his arm over the back of my chair. “If we knew feeding you burgers would pull noises like that out of you, then we would have let you eat with us a lot sooner.”
I lick my lips, and his dark eyes follow the movement.
We eat in silence for a bit, but I can’t take much of it. I’m so sick of silence. “So, what happens now? You guys gonna feed me and then shove me back in that shoebox?”
“It’s not a shoebox,” Matteo says. “It’s a state-of-the-art panic room that we designed. It’s the best of the best.”
“Then you try living in one for weeks,” I shoot back. “Doesn’t matter anyway. I’m going to get out of here soon. If I know Quinn, then she’s been looking for me since you guys scooped me up on my run.”
