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Z moves quickly and yanks her long blonde hair back, so I can see her stunning face again. Blank and broken, she stares at nothing. Eliciting no response when he clutches her chin and forces her mouth open. She doesn’t resist when he shoves in the metal tips.
Well aware he’s not really going to assault her, he’s stumped too by her lack of reaction. This is the part where they usually start confessing sins committed since kindergarten just to keep from having their molars ripped out by the root.
Not her.
Not this tiny fighter.
Not my new woman.
We’ve both had enough. “Leave.”
Z releases her immediately from my command in his ear bud. With a quick nod to Ronnie, they both hustle out. Ronnie slams the door behind him to keep her agitated and on edge. The effort is wasted as she still doesn’t react.
Not to them leaving.
Not to being alone.
Not to me entering the dungeon once I dismiss them.
She doesn’t give a damn about anything but that big mutt. Luckily, I’m going to be the one who makes her give a damn again.
Titan
Recognition flickers in her dulled expression when I drag Z’s stool in front of her and sit close enough that her knees touch the insides of my parted legs. She emits no pleas or protests from me invading her space. “I guess if Potter’s not your boyfriend you don’t give a damn that he’s dead.”
Her emerald eyes squeeze shut, and she shakes her head. “Just because I wasn’t dating him doesn’t mean I wanted him to die.”
Interesting. If I don’t care about you, then I don’t give a fuck if you’re alive or not. Opposite of me, I guess she has a heart despite how tough she is. “The bad news is that since he tried to be a big man and pulled a gun on my guys, he couldn’t answer any of my questions.”
Quiet as a statue. Gorgeous as one too. Her silence fails to tell me what I need to know. “I guess that leaves you to answer on his behalf.”
“I was just crashing for the night. I’m not involved in any of his business with you.”
The defeated tone hurts me more than I expect. I miss her fire and ferocity.
“This isn’t about him.” Skin as soft as silk glides across my fingertips when I lift her face to mine. “This is about you.”
A shudder rocks her small body, but she doesn’t attempt to jerk away from my hold on her chin. Surprising and impressing me once again, she doesn’t fold from my stare. “How come you needed a place to stay?”
“Why do you care?”
I shouldn’t care at all, yet somehow, I do. “Must be pretty bad if you’d choose him over your other friends or family.”
That proclamation gets to her, and she tries to twist away, turning me on when she gasps from the pressure on her jawline. I fucking love her mouth gaping open because I force her lips apart. “What or who are you running from?”
Pure defiance flashes in her gaze as she glares at me.
“Tell me your sob story, angel.”
My words sound harsher than I intend. I’m not mocking her, but I don’t like waiting. I’m an impatient man as she clearly realizes. I release her face so she can speak, which allows her to lick her succulent lips in preparation of her spiel.
“Well let’s see. My dad took off when I was little. My mom drank herself to death. I lost my job due to cutbacks and got evicted from my apartment when I couldn’t afford to pay the rent, so now I’m homeless. I’ve been kidnapped and threatened with torture for information I don’t have and now I’m dealing with you pretending like you care. Yep, I think you’re pretty much caught up.”
Fuck.
“Oh, and to top it off you killed my…”
Tears I know she despises shine in her eyes, and she can’t finish the smart ass remark she intends. Rare humanity wells inside of me, and I’ve got to put this girl out of her fucking misery. I unbuckle the strap across her thighs bracing myself for her kicking out. Unexpectedly she only watches me in silence. I move behind her to release the restraint crossing her torso, expecting her to leap up and start swinging again. Instead, she rotates her arms and taps her feet as if restoring the circulation. Since the guys usually deal with corpses at this point, I’m not used to unstrapping conscious, angry females.
