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TWO
NICK
The door slamming does nothing to ease the rage that courses through me, and neither does touching the heated skin of my cheek.
She hit me.
And she fucking meant it.
Sure, I didn’t leave flowers and a welcome card on her nightstand, but I was sure she’d see the good in what I did.Maybe I should have let Wyatt be the one to do it after all.
Yeah, that was never going to happen.
She’s mine.
I know it.
She knows it.
Everyone else knows it.
And now, so will The Sect.
I am not going to be one of the guys disappearing without a trace. Not now, not ever. Linking her with me will keep her safe, and stop her from ending up in an unmarked grave one day.
But no, she doesn’t care about that.
She only cares about the fact that I didn’t wine her and dine her before making her mine.Like she’d even let me if I tried. I’m not here to get in her pants at any and every given opportunity, and I thought I’d proven that already.
She’ll forgive me when she realises, won’t she?
It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, but once it did, how could I not take advantage of her vulnerability? It was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. My heart pounded as she fought back, or tried to, and as her tears fell, I needed a taste, craved it, and when her breathing evened out and she collapsed into my chest, I was done for.
There was no way anyone else was going to end up anywhere near her. Wyatt and Oliver helped me to get the wristband safely secured and get her home without disturbing any of her housemates, while the guys got the car taken care of.
She wasn’t under any longer than she needed to be, and I spent way more time than I should have watching her on the camera to make sure she was okay. Yes, I’m aware that’s a complete invasion of her privacy, but watching her sleep from the side of the bed was not an option.
The stress ball is in my hand and flying towards the empty bed before I even consider that I left Jacob downstairs with Ivy, and Wyatt hasn’t come back up yet.Where is everyone?
With a sigh, I grab the ball, placing it in the basket on the bedside table before heading to the shower. As much as I’d love to jack off to the thought of Ivy here and excited about being mine, all my mind can conjure up is the hurt look on her face as she demanded answers from me. Giving up, I get clean and dry, heading back into the bedroom, and yet there’s still no sign of Wyatt.
A search around downstairs doesn’t show him, only providing more questions from the girls now taking residence in the den. At least I find out Wyatt’s taken her out, to show her what we were trying to do, as I seek out Jacob. He’ll have answers. Or he’ll be able to do something about the anxiety that swarms through my stomach, and yet, he’s nowhere to be found either.
Heading back upstairs, I knock on his bedroom door twice before calling out to let him know it’s me. The door opens, his hair mussed as I push past him, my frustration finally spilling over.
“Do you think this was a mistake?” The question is out before I can even consider it as a thought.
“Yes,” not being the answer I expected, although, as I turn and take in Leo’s comfortable laze on my brother's bed, I guess I should have.
Wow.
He was supposed to be interested in Ivy. Someone else chomping at the bit to get near her, to take her away, and yet here he is, way too comfortable in my brother’s space. Whilst part of the plan was always to get him away from Ivy, I never really considered how that would look when he moved on to my brother.
Interestingly, Jacob gives him some kind of look that I can’t decipher, sighing heavily.
“Well, that didn’t take you long, did it?” I clip out, dismissing him.
“I wouldn’t have stood by you if I didn’t think it was needed,” Jacob says, attempting to intervene. “But I don’t like how it went down.”
