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“Because you’re constantly getting hurt and no man will develop the habit of touching you. If it were up to me, no woman would get that privilege either, but necessity and all that.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Is that a way to thank me, witch?”
I stare at my brown nails, two of which are broken. Probably because of my struggle earlier. The shadow of what could’ve happened to me if Kingsley hadn’t shown up in that exact moment covers me in gloom.
My fingers curl around the sheet. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t hear that. Can you repeat it?”
“No.”
“Where are your manners, sweetheart? Do you find it hard to thank people?”
“Not all people.You. Your dickhead behavior makes it impossible to show gratitude. I’d rather gag on my own saliva.”
“That’s too many words for a simple thank you, but fine, I won’t come after your stone heart…yet.” He pauses, searching my face. “Did you recognize the man who tried to drug you?”
I slowly shake my head. “He was masked the entire time.”
“At this point, it’s safe to deduce that your father is pulling strings from behind bars.”
I dig my fingers into my palms until I almost break more nails. “He’s never done this to me before.”
“He wasn’t close to getting out before. We should have a code for when you’re in danger.”
“What type of code?”
“A word in a text with which you’ll alert me when you need help.”
“Why would I call you for help?”
“The fact that I saved your ass the last couple of times. What do you want the word to be?”
“I don’t know…Nietzsche.”
“Fuck that asshole.”
I smile. “It is what it is. Deal with it.”
He narrows his eyes. “You also need bodyguards or Nicolo’s men.”
“I’ll talk to Mateo. I like him better.”
A muscle clenches in his jaw as he regards me silently. “Isn’t he married to your friend?”
“One more reason I trust him more than that snake Nicolo.”
“You trust him enough to have double dates with him, apparently.”
“And what’s it to you?” My voice gains a cutting, venomous edge as memories from tonight rush back with the bitterness of a pill and the lethality of a gun. “I can choose to go on dates, dinners, or orgies, and you have no damn say in it.”
His expression closes down and his eyes darken with the malice of an ocean in the middle of winter. When his hand reaches out for me, I’m not sure if he’ll strangle me to death or use the pillow to do it.
I don’t wait for it, though, and instead, slap it away. “Don’t touch me with the same hand that was all over another woman.”
A dark smirk tilts his lips. “Your jealousy is cute.”
