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“I don’t give a fuck about your friend or what she thinks of me,” I seethe. “All I need to know is that you know what’s real, and it’s not anything that piece of shit has spewed.”
Olivia pushes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. “I know, Luc. I’m here and I trust you and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her actions and words only serve to increase my rage. While I believe her, it makes me want to kill Titan all that much more.
“Good.” I kiss her once more, slipping my tongue between her lips and tasting her even though time isn’t on our side. “I can’t lose you, Raven. I’ll destroy him for trying to take you from me.”
“You have me,” she murmurs. “All of me.”
Fuck. I want to strip her naked and bend her over my bed so I can have my way with her. But until we have the whole story, the luxury of ravaging this stunning woman is going to have to wait.
“When I get home, I expect you to be naked and waiting for me in this bed,” I say firmly, holding her shoulders until she nods. “You’re mine tonight. Have Justine help you find Tori somewhere to sleep. I’m not sharing you.”
She shudders within my hands and tugs her lip into her mouth, looking up at me with lustful eyes. “I think that can be managed.”
I turn her around, smack her ass, then whisper in her ear, “It better be.”
She totters out of the room, and I finish getting ready. I have a man to question and another to kill.
* * *
We get to the hospital,each of us dressed like the respectable businessmen we choose to portray on the outside, and head straight to room 1437, thankfully at a different hospital than before. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing either of those nurses, but I would have dealt with them if I had to.
When we find Bryson’s room, I’m mildly surprised to see that there isn't anyone waiting outside the door. I half figured that they still didn’t trust him, but apparently, whatever Bryson has been worried about seems to be unfounded.
I motion for Damon, Jaxon, and Markus to wait outside the room, and I notice the latter two continue walking, likely doing their best to blend in. Three imposing men standing outside the room of a shooting victim probably isn’t the best idea.
Entering the sterile room, I see Bryson with his eyes closed on a hospital bed. His face is slack, and there are a few days of facial hair around his cheeks. He’s wearing a blue gown, and there’s an IV in his arm that leads to a blood bag.
I kick his bed, and he groans. “What the…”
“Hello, Bryson,” I say, the words quiet yet menacing.
He blinks several times and moves his stare between me and the door. “You can’t be here.”
“Yet here I am, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what I want to know,” I reply, pulling a chair closer to his bedside.
Casually, I unbutton my suitcoat, take my seat, and bring my leg up to rest my ankle over my other knee while leaning back in the firm chair. “So, tell me. What happened today?”
He sneers at me. “You’re being reckless. I expected better of you.”
“I’m taking charge, Bryson,” I correct. “You may have forgotten that since it’s taken you over a decade to make contact, but this is what a real man looks like. Someone who doesn’t sit by, waiting for things to happen to him. I make them happen for me. Now, you’re going to tell me what I need to know, or I’m going to kill you like I should have the day you ran away with your head up your ass.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, his eyes narrowing.
My hands pull apart, palms facing up as I say, “Then, enlighten me. Quickly.”
He glances at the door once again, and I add, “Nobody is coming that shouldn’t be. I’ve made sure of that.”
“I told you not to underestimate Titan,” he replies. “He has eyes in places you would never think.”
“That doesn’t make him someone I need to be afraid of,” I say confidently.
Bryson smirks. “There’s some of your dad in you after all. You may not be afraid of Titan, but he’s been coming after you since the moment you took over for your father, taking from him what he thought to be rightfully his.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I demand. Considering I’d never even heard of Titan before a few years ago, I haven’t the slightest clue how I could have taken anything from the man.
“Titan was born Christopher Danes,” Bryson begins, speaking softly. “He grew up with your father, and Titan was his nickname from their school days. They were like brothers until he met Scarlett. He told your father that he needed a break from the life, and by the time that break was over, she was pregnant.”
