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“Alright you two, enough with the foreplay,” Blais says, grinning from ear to ear. Man, he got over Ace trying to kill his obsession pretty quickly. “Theon, if you want, I can show her to her new room.” He wiggles his eyebrows and drops his heated stare to Zamira. Oh, that’s why he’s over it—his dick is in control now.
She clenches her thighs together and tilts her chin up to him giving him a devious grin.
Fuck no.
I’m not going to listen to those two fucking like rabbits as Ace tries not to break everything in the house from his rage. They need to be kept apart, because Ace is right. She’s playing the long game which includes fucking with us. Blais might be enamored of her, but he needs to see the big picture.
She’s our captive, a really fucking smart, stubborn one, and there’s no way she’s going to roll over and take our shit without a plan of her own.
“No. I think I can handle it,” I grunt, crossing my arms over my chest. The material of my black shirt pulls tight against my arms as my muscles flex beneath. She swings her gaze to mine, with a hint of challenge in her eyes.
“We’ll see if you can handle me,” she purrs, giving me a sickeningly sweet smile. My whole body heats, but I push that feeling down.
“You don’t want to play games with me. Blais might like to cut you, Ace might play mind games, but I’m brutal. I’ll wreck every fiber in your body, making you wish you never set eyes on me in the first place.”
“Sounds like my type.” She stands from her seat, walking toward me, stopping inches from my body. Her gorgeous blue eyes are filled with fire and I just know she’s going to try to push my buttons.
Fuck me. Nothing new there.
Instead of engaging her, giving her the satisfaction of my response, I grab onto her upper arm forcefully. My fingers wrap around right above the bandage covering the wound from where the bullet grazed her arm.
I quickly pull her along, making her stumble over her feet. We take the stairs to the second floor, heading down the hallway. I loosen my grip on her, her body instantly relaxing.
If she tries to run, good luck. Not only would she have to get past all of us, but she’d have to make it through the doors we have locked that you can only open with a key or the code. If she managed that, then Ace already warned her she’d find herself out in the middle of nowhere without a soul around for miles and miles.
I think it’s safe to say she’s not going anywhere.
I take her to the room that’s next to mine, with Ace’s right across the hall. We have five rooms up here, four bedrooms with one of them being a guest room and another one that’s a home office. We never have guests that actually stay here, but I guess for pretenses if we ever got unwanted visitors, this place looks as normal as they come.
I guess as normal as it can look for three men, almost thirty, living together.
“So this is my room now?” she says as I push the door open. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the massive space.
The walls are painted charcoal gray, and there’s a king-size bed with black silk sheets and a black comforter in here. A black lounge chair sits to the side of the bed with a gray throw blanket over it. All very calm, dark tones, just like we like it. There used to be a dresser, side tables, and lamps in here, but knowing her, she could make weapons out of all those items so we removed them. The lack of furniture makes the place seem larger than it is from the emptiness.
This room has an attached bathroom. But unlike the one in the basement, we emptied it out so she couldn’t try anything. We even had the mirror removed so she couldn’t break it using the glass as a weapon.
I’m not sure we’ve ever been so cautious in our lives, but with this little devil, you have to be ten steps ahead of her. She’s unpredictable and so much harder to deal with. One minute she seems soft and sincere, the next she’s ready to act like she’s a world-renowned MMA fighter ready to take us out.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say gruffly.
She looks at me with a small grin. “Whoever your interior designer is, sucks.”
A laugh escapes me before I mask it with a cough. Ace technically designed this room, but I’m guessing she means from the lack of furniture.
“I’ll let Ace know you’re not a fan.”
Her eyes sparkle again with that mischievous look. I know she’s cataloging everything any of us say and saving it for later. No doubt she will taunt Ace with that one later.
“Are these for me?” She points to the stack of clothes sitting on the bed.
“They aren’t mine,” I say in a flat tone, pointing out the obvious.
“You guys got me clothes?” she asks, puzzled. Since she’s been here, she’s been wearing our clothes and nothing else. We didn’t even give her any bras or panties. As hot as she looks in our clothes, it doesn’t hurt for her to wear things that aren’t three sizes too big.
“I figured you could use something that didn’t fall every time you walked.” I shrug.
“You’re the one who got me the clothes?” Her eyes soften as she looks at me, something I haven’t really seen from her. I’m not sure if this reaction is genuine or part of her plan, but her big blue eyes look even more stunning like this.
