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Smiling, I cup her face gently before pulling away. “You are sweet, Isla, but there are things that you can’t know about. You need to stay up here.”
“Spy stuff?” she whispers.
Snorting, I nod. “Yeah, spy stuff. But I need you safe, so stay up here and do me a favour?”
She nods.
I lower my voice. “Lock the door when I leave. I don’t think you are in any danger. Dante or Sebastian won’t harm you; you seem to have charmed them as you have me, but for my own peace of mind, please do as I ask.”
“Okay.”
Nodding, I leave her bedroom reluctantly, my cock raging at the dashed prospect of finally getting some. It’s making me even more cantankerous, and I know it. Closing the door behind me, I wait.
“Isla, the door.”
I wait for her to click the lock into place, and then I take the stairs quickly to find Dante and Sebastian in my office, slouched around like they own the place, drinking my 30-year Scotch.
“Look. Whatever the fuck is going on here, please can we call a truce for now,” I start before either of them can say anything. “We will resume this in the morning. I’m aching, you…” I point to Sebastian, “…will be as well, and your fists look like they need some ice,” I add to Dante. “We aren’t the childish idiots we used to be, so let’s just take a breath and do this for Isla. She doesn’t need any more drama on her doorstep today.”
“Firstly, I’m still young enough to kick your arse,” Sebastian says, “and Isla seems to have you whipped, doesn’t she?”
He leans back and searches my face. He won’t see anything there other than contempt for his fishing expedition.
“Just me?” I retort.
He smiles. Slow and sinister, and for the first time in my life, I’m actually terrified of what that means. If he has done anything to her while they were alone, I will skin him alive.
“Fine,” Dante says, being awfully quiet since he arrived here, all guns blazing. “Do we leave, or are we prisoners here?”
“You aren’t setting foot outside so you can disappear back into the woodwork. Which reminds me, how many of my guards did you kill?”
“None,” Sebastian says. “Yeah, they’re all going to be aching for days, but then, so the fuck am I, so retribution, I guess.”
“What he said,” Dante mutters. “My objective was to get to you. Luckily for them, they weren’t exactly a challenge. You need to up your game in that department, old pal.”
I give him a filthy glare. “Noted. Now go upstairs and turn left. Head down into the west wing and find a room each.”
Sebastian rises and starts walking away. “Sleep with one eye open, Gideon, I haven’t decided not to kill you yet.”
“Don’t sleep anyway,” I reply.
He turns to me with a look of solidarity. “I hear you.”
“Well, fuck you both. I sleep like a baby, but if one or both of you tries to take me out, know I will gut you.” Dante smirks and as they are both at the doorway, I reach over to my desk and pull out the stiletto blade that doubles as a letter opener.
Flinging it, it leaves my hand and sails through the air to embed itself in the wooden door frame right next to Sebastian’s head.
He freezes as it vibrates loudly in his ear.
“If either of you even think about going to Isla, I will string you up by your balls and peel your skin off inch by inch. Are we on the same page?”
“Sure,” Sebastian says. “But that is a one-night-only deal. If I’m still alive tomorrow night, she will be riding my cock as your name drifts out of her memory.”
Clenching my fist, as I know he is saying this to rile me up, I ignore him.
He chuckles as he knows he’s got to me anyway because I have no comeback. Instead, I wait for them to disappear up the stairs, following their movements as they turn left at the top.
Going to the phone on my desk, I pick it up and dial the gatehouse.
