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I knew I needed to laugh.
To taunt.
But I was so caught off guard that I could only stare into his murderous eyes as I whispered, “Fries. What if it’s the middle of the night and I’m craving fries?”
The fire immediately left his eyes. “Then Conor will get it.”
“Why can’t I? I’ve been taking care of myself since I was eight. I don’t need to be protected.”
Amusement lit his face. “Who am I, Jessica?”
“A bipolar psychopath going through a midlife crisis.”
The words were out without a thought, and dread turned my blood to ice. My body jerked when his booming laugh filled the room.
He pressed harder against me, and I wanted to climb up the door if it would get me away from him. Away from the erection pressed against my belly.
“I’ll ask you again . . . who am I, Jessica?”
I swallowed my disgust and spoke through gritted teeth. “Mickey O’Sullivan.” When he lifted a brow to prompt me to continue, I said, “Boss of Holloway.”
“And you know exactly why I’ve lost everything.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to confirm that again.
“The Borello family is the reason I don’t have my legacy anymore. And while there might be a forced truce between us, there won’t be if they know I’m trying to grow my family again. The Borellos want the O’Sullivan name gone. So you will be guarded. Protected. That is why Conor will do everything for you. Do you understand?”
I nodded weakly.
“Good. Now pick a room. Anything that was in the trailer will be brought here in the morning.” His fingers grasped my chin gently and his voice dropped seductively. “I won’t touch you until we get the results back from the tests tonight, but that doesn’t mean you won’t do things for me. I’ll be back for you.”
I opened my mouth to let him know what I thought of those expectations, but the tightening of his fingers stopped me.
“The world, Jessica.”
I wrapped the towel around my hips as I walked into my bedroom and forced my gait to remain steady even though I felt the shift in the room.
I headed for my nightstand and opened it. Quickly grabbing one of my blades and trying not to react to the fact that one was missing.
Because I knew who would take one, and she was the last person on earth I wanted to see.
I flipped the blade in the air to test its weight and looked over my shoulder as I searched for her.
“Do you have a death wish?”
A wild laugh filled my bathroom before she came sauntering into my room wearing nothing but one of my shirts. “Not tonight, honey.”
Her hair was wet and makeup smeared. She looked so much like the first night I found her in my room, and it was taking all my strength not to react.
“Get out.”
She let her head tilt back, exposing her neck in a way that made me need her and hate her all at once. “You don’t want to see me?”
“Thought I made that clear.”
Another laugh.
That laugh.
