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GREY
Just looking at her I feel a rush of hot anger burn through me. Even with the layer of one-way glass between us, I hate the sight of her. I hate knowing she’s there. I hate everything about her, because she represents everything I can’t have.
And there’s only one thing I can’t have:
Her.
Arden Rossi is passed out on my interrogation table, head pressed up against the cold steel, her hair a limp mass of curls around her. There should be nothing attractive about her disheveled appearance, but the fact alone that it’s Arden and not some other random criminal makes my pulse pick up in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve just kidnapped my rival.
It was entirely too easy.
Why haven’t I done it before? I wonder, trying to pull my eyes away from her. I can’t.
I gave the order and my men followed it perfectly. It was an in and out job, and, if we’re lucky, we have about twelve hours before any of the Rossi family finds out. I plan on using those twelve hours wisely. Very wisely.
“Everyone out,” I growl, not tearing my gaze away from her. There’s a shuffle behind me, but no one leaves. “I said get the fuck out. This one is between me and Rossi. No one else. Cut the security feed in the room. If I catch any fucker lingering around the holding room, the interrogation room, or the rooms surrounding, they get a bullet to their brain.”
That gets their attention. They know I’m not kidding, not that I’ve ever been one for light-hearted jokes. I’ve been in power for less than twenty-four hours, but they’re learning to listen.
Tearing off the rich crimson blazer the Calvos family is known for, I throw it aside and slide my thumb under the buttons at my wrist. The cuffs around my arms loosen, and I shove the sleeve up my arm to my forearms.
I don’t mess with my men, and I certainly don’t mess the fuck with Arden Rossi.
When I look back up at the one-way glass, she’s awake, and those green eyes are staring right into my own. My heart does a stupid little flip in my chest.
This should be fun.
