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The mischievous look in her gorgeous blue eyes twinkles every time she manages to get under Ace’s skin, which is a constant occurrence. But that’s nothing compared to the desire-filled looks she directs at Blais when she thinks no one is looking.
I’ve caught her trying to sneak a look at me, but unlike the other two, I’m always watching. We’ve locked eyes more times than I can count. She refuses to break eye contact like the stubborn woman she is, so we usually end up in a stare down.
Any move she makes, I see. The way she bites the inside of her cheek, flares her nostrils, and clenches her fists when she wants to throw a punch at Ace. The way she puffs her chest out to pretend not to be intimidated. The way her bottom lip twitches as she tries to hold back a grin anytime she says something snarky.
I see everything when it comes to her.
The intensity of how much I watch her is slowly turning into an obsession.
One I don’t want.
One I don’t need.
When she asked me earlier what I saw, it took everything in me to hold my tongue. I wanted to tell her all the little movements I notice and how fucking gorgeous she looks doing them. I wanted to tell her I see the same strength in her that I see in my brothers. I wanted to tell her that she makes me fucking crazy and it’s fucking with my head. But I couldn’t do any of that, because my brothers are what matters. I can’t fuck this up for them, like I fuck everything else up.
So instead, I told her I saw death when I looked at her. The amused look in her eyes fizzled slightly, thinking I meant her actual death. That might happen here soon, but I really meant the death of the relationship between my brothers and I.
She is hellbent on ripping us apart and I’m afraid she’ll succeed.
I can already see the wedge she’s driving between Blais and Ace. If that keeps happening, all hell is going to break loose.
Fuck, when she broke down to me in the cell earlier, my hands, lips, and dick were aching to comfort her. Tears brimmed her pretty eyes as she talked about wanting to die with her family.
That’s something I know a lot about.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish I would’ve died with my mom.
Zamira’s little heart-to-heart made me want to comfort her, letting her know I understand the agony of losing your family right before your very eyes.
Fuck. She’s not supposed to get to me.
It fucking drives me crazy how much of an effect she has. It’s been a couple of years since anyone has sparked that deep hunger inside of me, and I don’t like it. I wish I could push it back down in the lockbox where it was permanently residing, but it’s next to impossible.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you to the room you’ll be staying in.” My tone comes out as detached as possible. She’s just as observant as I am, which means I have to rein in my emotions even more when I’m around her.
No more touching her leg to comfort her.
No more rubbing her back.
No more touching her gorgeous silky blonde hair.
Ace can tell my feelings toward her are shifting, which only pisses him off more.What doesn’t piss him off these days?It’s not like he can be mad though; the guy has an angry boner for her every second of the day. Walking past his room last night, I heard deep groans coming from inside and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who he was thinking about during that little stroking session.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about her too at night. Her curvy hips, the small freckles that line her back, her perfect face, and eyes that could pierce right through a man’s soul. Yeah, I’ve thought about her way more than I should, and I can’t fucking help it. Blood rushes to my dick like it’s a trained response anytime she’s near.
She’s a fantasy.
One that’s off limits.
“You’re not sticking me in a broom closet, are you?” She laughs hesitantly, cracking a joke. At some point you’d think she’d take things seriously, but not her. Always pushing buttons and cracking jokes when she shouldn’t be.
I look at her sternly, not giving anything away.
“Wait, you’re not, right? Put me back in the cell if a closet’s the other option.” All humor has left her voice now as she gapes at me.
“No, you’re not going in the fucking closet, but keep playing us, and you’d be lucky to get a closet,” Ace says, nailing her with a calculated stare.
Her lips press in a firm line, clenching her jaw, making the little muscle on the side of her face tick.
