Page 62 of Cavaliere

I’m almost to The Drip when the burner rings. “You better have her location.”

“She walked into The Drip five minutes ago,” Cain answers right before I disconnect.

Whipping my car into a spot right out front, I kill the engine and sit for a second, watching Wren through the store windows.

I want to wring her fucking neck for sending me spiraling like this. If I’m being honest, I don’t even think I could do it if she betrayed the family. Those bright blue eyes that feel like they’re staring deep into my soul every time they look at me have wormed their way into a permanent place in my heart. So permanent that I know there will never be someone who can even come close to holding a candle to Wren.

Thinking I’m calm enough to go to her, I finally climb out of the car. She seems tense as if she's been on just as much of an edge tonight as I have.

Did you know I would chase you, tesoro? Are you afraid of your punishment?

The bell on the door chimes as it closes behind me. Wren stays facing the front of the line, but there’s no mistaking it’s her. I would recognize that long, thick raven hair anywhere. It’s going to feel so soft on my thighs tonight when I make her ride my cock to remind her who her knight is.

I step in line behind her. The sweet scent of citrus, apple, and bamboo surrounds me, making me feel right at home. With as much as this scent makes me feel at home, sometimes being home just pisses you the fuck off.

“I thought I told you not to leave the house without a man on you.” My voice whips out harsher than I originally planned. Maybe I didn’t actually calm down enough, if her tense body language is anything to go by.

And then what does this crazy bitch do?

She pays.

I swear she was placed on this earth just to fucking test me. If Rob did his job correctly, I wouldn’t even be here right now listening to Wren mouth off. No, I would be at home, in my bed with Wren, fucking her brains out in a form of gratitude for officially moving in.

The last straw is when she struts out of The Drip like I wasn’t even there. I know I shouldn’t have grabbed her arm like I did, but my tesoro should know by now not to disobey me. Wren makes me all kinds of fucking crazy.

It’s cute that she thinks some random person walking by in this city has the balls to stand up to me. She should know by now that I wouldn’t hesitate to cut off their fucking hand for touching what is mine.

I should have known she wouldn’t willingly get in the fucking car because why on earth would Wren Barlowe make anything in my life easier?

“God fucking damnit!” I yell as I look up at the sound of the passenger door slamming shut and footsteps taking off. It takes a moment for the shock of what just happened to wear off as I watch Wren’s sweet ass disappear in the opposite direction.

By the time I catch up to her, I’m close to a mile from my car. She was definitely holding back on our run from a couple of weeks ago because I don’t remember her being this fucking fast.

And that’s just adding to my anger. Not only do I have to chase her down, but I have to do it at night when any fucking psycho could just snatch her off the street. She, out of anyone, should know the shadows follow you.

Like I am right now.

Her situational awareness is severely lacking because she doesn’t let out that sweet scream I’ve been craving ever since she pissed me off until my arms are wrapped around her, caging her in. Her kicks and punches just fuel me as I throw her over my shoulder before turning around and heading back toward the car at a lazy pace.

Every punch to my back makes my dick ache. Every time that stupid cat ring that she wears cuts into my skin, it makes me think about her nails racking down my back as I plow into her tight cunt.

The ride home feels like it takes forever, and the sexual tension is worse than it was after our date. Just when I don’t think it can possibly get better with her, it does. Makeup sex with her is about to be out of this fucking world. I have never been with someone this crazy that can meet me tit for tat.

I wouldn’t put it past her that she would slash my tires, the crazy fucking bitch.

She’s the only woman on this earth who can make me want to kill her, as I willingly follow her into our house with a smile on my face.

It’s time to pay her dues.

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

WREN

The audacity of this fucking man continues to astound me.

A sane person would ask the other if they would like to move in, not just take it upon themselves to break into their apartment again and pack up everything they own. The last thing I need is for Gio to see my toy drawer. I hope Matteo at least had enough common sense not to let that happen.