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Then a thought occurs to me. “You brought a woman back to your room last night, and you still snuck in here to rape me before the sun was barely up? How did you get in here, anyway?”
Calix goes rock solid at the wordrape, and I realize I have to do something quickly. I don’t want Calix to kill him before I finish asking my questions.
“Let’s tie him up and deal with him in a minute. I have food and some clothes for you.”
Calix doesn’t move. He just continues to stare at the man with death in his eyes. Slowly, I reach up with my free hand and cup Calix’s hard jaw and lean over so I can place my lips against his.
He doesn’t respond as I work my mouth over his. After a minute, I pull back and whisper, “Come back to me.”
At my words, he blinks, snapping out of his haze, and looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. Then his hands are in my hair, and he kisses me hard. I can almost taste his relief that I’m okay as I melt into him.
Reluctantly, I pull back and look into his eyes, holding his gaze for a second to make sure he’s actually back. “You okay?”
He blinks once, then nods.
“Alright, can you watch him without killing him while I bring the things in from the car? I still have some questions I need to ask him.”
“Just hurry up. It’s been a long time since I got the pleasure of choking the life out of someone. I forgot how good it feels,” he snarls, making me grin.
“Such a good boy.” I kiss the tip of his nose before standing and sashaying away, shoving my gun into the back of my pants.
“Keep looking at my wife, asshole, and I’ll make you eat your own eyeballs.” I hear him warn the asshole on the floor. I have to fight back another smile. Is there anything more endearing than a murderous man ready to kill someone in your honor?
I head to the trunk first, popping it open and slinging the sports bag full of supplies over my shoulder, then move to the passenger side for the food. I’m about to close the car door when I remember the kit under the seat. I set down the take-out bags, yank out the kit and open it up, grabbing the zip ties I keep inside, before closing it and shoving it back in its place.
With the food now in my hand, I lock the car and head back inside, placing the bags on the foot of the bed.
“Hold him still for a second while I get these on him.” I walk over with the white plastic restraints and wait as Calix twists the guy’s arms so they’re in place.
Once I finish binding his wrists and feet together, both Calix and I stand. “There. Why don’t you find something in that bag to wear while I sort the food out for us?”
“You got me clothes?” He looks from me to the bed.
I frown. “Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew you’d need them. I had to guess the sizes, so I’m not sure everything will fit, but…” The rest of my words are cut off when he slams his lips down on mine once more.
I don’t fight him. I’m finding I really like his lips on mine. So, sue me.
He pulls back before we can get carried away. “Thank you.”
I nod, hearing the gratitude in his voice. It’s strange knowing that I’ve managed to do the impossible and get this man out of a place he was destined to die in, and all that did was make him suspicious. Buying him clothing, however, an act so simple yet one that was stripped from him for twenty years, has made a much bigger impact.
He turns and pads over to the bed, yanking the zipper of the bag open, and he looks through what I bought him.
I look away when he drops the towel, before our interrogation turns into something else entirely. Keeping my eyes averted, I take out the food from the brown paper bags. The smell of it all makes my mouth water. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until right now. Thinking about it, I haven’t eaten since yesterday around lunchtime, so it’s not surprising.
Calix steps up beside me, and I turn to look at him. He’s now wearing a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. The black-on-black thing works for him, which I absolutely do not admit to him. I hand him a breakfast sandwich and watch as he takes it from me and sits down on the end of the bed.
He opens it and takes a bite before moaning in delight. “Fuck.”
“That good, huh?”
“I swear everything in that place tasted like cardboard. I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but it’s true. It’s like they found a way to extract all the flavor from food and leave it bland as fuck.”
“Maybe they did. Maybe it was a secret torture technique.”
