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“Exactly. Do I have to be more obvious with it?”
Liar. But if he wanted to have an iceberg up his ass that was perfectly fine with me. I checked around and found my purse siting in the corner. I knew he most likely looked through it, but I didn’t care. I sat naked on the couch and took out my phone. Of course I didn’t have a signal. Flipping my purse upside down and pressing down the studs underneath the bag, the bottom flap opened and I clipped my other black cell phone. No longer hearing him type I glanced over to him to see his eyes on my purse, then on my phone. I could see the curiosity in his eyes, but I didn’t do anything other than smile at him before focusing back on my phone. The moment I turned it on it started to ring.
“I was just about to call you, Luca,” I said as I put it on speaker, getting up and walking over to the fruit bowl.
“What do you need?”
“A flight,” I took a bite of an apple.
“Where to? Your vacation isn’t up for another week, ma’am.”
I thought about it and turned to face Ethan who was now watching me. I smiled. “Where is the best place to nurse a broken heart? I met the worst guy here. I’m not sure how I’ll recover.”
“I’m more worried for the guy if he is still alive,” he said under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Luca, what was that?” I asked sweetly into the phone.
“Nothing, ma’am. How about Bali?”
I grinned, chewing more of the apple. “Beautiful. Have everything ready for me. I have a few things to wrap up here, so I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
“Ma’am, I was calling because I found the people you were looking for. Do you need someone else to take care of it—”
“No,” I frowned. “I’ll take care of it personally.”
“Yes ma’am, sending information now, enjoy your vacation,” he replied before I hung up. I checked the address he gave me, biting into the apple again.
Of all the places, I thought as I grabbed my skirt and his discarded shirt. Taking my purse and walking towards the bathroom, I could feel his eyes on mine, but he wasn’t the only one who knew how to be cold. He wasn’t the center of my world, and I wasn’t going to beg for his attention.
When I came out, he was dressed in jeans and a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked me over, noticing I had stolen his shirt. I pulled out my phone and moved to the door.
“The door, please,” I requested, waiting for him to open it but he didn’t.
“Who are these people you’re going to take care of?”
“None of your business.”
“On the contrary,” he said, coming up beside me. “You yourself said you killed cartel members just to get my attention. I’m still working on the chaos you unleashed—”
“As long as you have your money, the people are replaceable, aren’t they? Besides, new blood is better. It’s always good to clean house and start fresh,” I stated and then pointed at the door. “I promise this doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s personal.”
A frown appeared on his lips. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
“Ethan, you’re the one who wanted me to leave and now you’re stopping me from doing so?”
“Who are these people?”
He was such a…blockhead sometimes.
Lifting my phone, I held it to the door. It took a few seconds, then the door beeped before sliding open. His eyebrow raised before his gaze fell to me.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Callahan, and thanks for the fuck. If you reconsider my offer let me know.” I offered him a handshake and he frowned like the Grinch. It was funny, but I didn’t let myself laugh. Instead I turned and walked up the stairs, and I heard him following close behind. When we reached the top level of the house, I smiled seeing the bullet holes in the couch.
“That really was a gift.” I felt his breath warm my neck as he spoke from behind me. “Given to my mother by my grandfather before he passed.”
“The bullet holes add character. You’re welcome.” He was so close I could feel his chest rise and fall at my back, but I ignored him and moved to leave. He followed me still. I sighed, turning back to him. “Would you like to give me a ride Ethan? After all you did kidnap me…again.”
He didn’t say anything, he just held the door to another room for me. Following him this time, the room led to a garage. There was only a black Maserati and a silver Ducati inside.
