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I grunt, running my fingers through my hair. “You could say that.”
He turns to me and pauses like he has something to say that I won’t like. “Well, it’s about to get longer.”
Cracking my neck to the side, I close my eyes, then open them again, preparing myself for whatever shit he’s about to tell me. “Who do I need to kill?”
“Nope, this isn’t Bachelor news. It’s down there news,” he says, pointing to his groin.
“Something’s wrong with your cock?”
He chuckles. “I wish. Fuck! It would be easier than telling you this. Down there.” He points again. “As in… floor seven.”
My muscles tense while thinking the worst. “Fuck, is she…”
He shakes his head. “Oh, fuck no. She’s alive and well. Actually, she doesn’t smell alive. She stinks. But—”
“How do you know what she smells like?” I turn to face him, giving him my complete and undivided attention.
“She ahh… came here today.” He ducks down like he thinks I’m going to lash out and smack him around, and I fucking-well might.
I stand, my body feeling like it has to move in the moment. I should have been here instead of wasting time on my motherfucking computer at work.
“Why in the fucking hell didn’t you call me?” My voice raises higher than a normal volume as I pace back and forth, my breathing becoming more labored and difficult.
He tilts his head as if he’s choosing his next words carefully. “She wasn’t here long, said her piece, then left.”
“Andwhat the helldid she say?” This time, I yell.
He clears his throat, walking in the opposite direction of me, putting some distance between us.
“Rodberg, spit it… the. Fuck. Out!”
“Okay, okay,” he says, halting right by the door to the balcony. “Makaylie said she needed some space.”
I scoff. “Space?Mother… fucking space?What do you think I’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks? What were her exact words?”
He groans and rolls his shoulders. That action fills me with dread, starting from my toes and working its way up to my head, clouding my brain.
“Fine! But you asked for it. She said exactly this…tell him to stop trying to contact me and to leave me the hell alone!” Rodberg tries to impersonate Makaylie—terribly.
A fire ignites in my stomach, scorching all shreds of decency. The devil within is coming forth, and he’s in full destructive mode, ready to personify evil and procure bloodlust.
Makaylie wants to walk away.
I won’t allow it.
I fucking know I should let her go, but how can I when she’s the fuel that lights a different type of fire inside of me.
“Cain,” Rodberg cautions, and my fists clench into balls.
I start to pace the living room again, trying to think out my next move. My feet are so heavy on the floor that I wonder if the people below us can hear my movements.
“Cain…”
My chest is rising and falling hard and fast as I try to calm the raging beast inside me, but as I think of the words Makaylie told Rodberg, I can’t help but become more frantic.
More desperate.
More murderous.
