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This wasn’t the same as when Dante had boxed me in a week ago. I’d compared him to a predator then. That was like comparing a bobcat to a fucking grizzly bear. The man finally lifted his head and looked down at me. Staring at him was like looking at death. You knew he had it in him. With Dante, you knew he could be violent if pushed. This man could possibly be peaceful—if he felt like it.
“What do you want?” I hated that my voice was shaky. It pissed me off, but he’d come out of nowhere and thrown me completely off my game. I had no time to prepare for him. His hand finally left my throat and slid down to my collarbone. I looked when I felt a tug on my hair and watched as he ran his fingers over my braid before he wrapped it around his fist three times. If there had been any hope that I could squeeze out from between his body and the wall he’d just made sure I wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not unless I wanted my hair ripped out of my head.
“Are you fucking Dante?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, but it was his words that had my jaw dropping.
Jesus.A weird shiver of fear and excitement zipped through my body.What the hell was wrong with me? That wasn’t sexy.I swallowed and admonished myself.
Sure, it wasn’t,chirped my Beast sarcastically,we hate possessive, alpha males, who…That little bitch was cut short when he tugged my hair, cocking my head to the side and forcing me to focus on him again.
“Answer me.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” This dick had no right to come in here and treat me like this. Sure, I was slightly terrified. Okay, I was extremely terrified,and maybe a little turned on,but that didn’t mean I had to do what he said or answer his questions. He spoke with authority, like everyone just did what he said. Maybe he was a cop too. It wouldn’t surprise me, it was usually a profession that ran in families.
His eyes narrowed on mine and my mouth went dry. “Wrong answer.”
“What?” I gasped. What was he going to do? Beat the shit out of me? He and Dante were brothers. They had to have something in common right? I doubted kicking the crap out of women was a sport in their family. At least I hoped it wasn’t. I was staring at his cheek. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye, it was too unnerving, but he fixed that by forcing my head back further. I felt like I was drowning in his dark gaze.
“One more time. Are you fucking Dante?”
Ugh, what an asshole.I understood being protective of your brother, but this was a bit over the top. I debated about what to do. I could easily answer his question, but that new little part of me that I’d been cultivating recently balked at the thought of giving into this guy.
“Fuck you. That’s none of your business,” I spat out, glaring at him. I hoped I looked more defiant than I felt. I was putting on a brave face, but I was slightly worried that I might die back here. The look that flooded over his face was pure rage, so it was a definite possibility that he could just kill me and dispose of my body.
When his lips crushed down on mine it was the last thing I was expecting. Honestly, episodes of crime documentaries were flashing through my head, so you couldn’t blame a girl for the surprised moan that may or may not have escaped when that mouth covered mine. The minute my lips parted his tongue was invading and conquering mine. It wasn’t sweet or tender. It was rough, possessive, and pissed off. I still had no idea what was going on.
I couldn’t have pulled away from him even if I’d wanted to because he still had my head immobilized both against the wall and with my hair in his fist. His other hand was roughly gripping my hip and he’d stepped even closer to me, if that was possible, so I could feel every ridge of muscle from his thighs to his chest where we were pressed together. Sadly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move away.I hadn’t been kissed like this since…
My eyes had fluttered shut, but now shot open as thoughts of my husband flooded my mind.Oh God.I struggled, as feeble as it was with how little I could move, he felt it and for a moment I wondered if he was going to stop. I was about to bite down on that wicked tongue when he finally pulled his head back. We were both breathing hard, staring at each other in shock, like we couldn’t believe that’d happened.
He actually let me go and stepped back. Sweeping my gaze down, I took in his sweatshirt and jeans. It was cooler today, I’d only shucked my sweatshirt once I’d worked up a sweat mucking out stalls. It was weird seeing him dressed like this when the last time I’d bumped into him he’d been in a designer suit. Which guy was the real him? I mentally shook my head, I didn’t care.
“Who are you?” Obviously, we both knew that he was Dante’s brother and that wasn’t what I meant.
His eyes narrowed on me, but he turned and started walking away. I scoffed in disbelief. He shows up, all but threatens me, kisses me, then leaves without even telling me his name.
“Fine, I’ll just call you, asshole.” He stopped, back to me. He didn’t bother turning around.
“Stay away from Dante, Havoc.”
Goosebumps broke out all over my body.How did he know my name? For that matter, how had he known where I worked?
“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole,” I said smugly. I knew it was a bad idea to taunt him, but he pissed me off. How could someone I didn’t even know make me so angry, so easily?
He pinned me with a hard look, his head the only thing that he’d moved. There was a warning in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything else as he left the barn. The breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding whooshed out of me. Dante and I were going to have to have a serious talk about his jerk of a brother.
* * *
I heard rustlingon the other side of the door, but he didn’t answer fast enough so I slammed my fist into it again. I was only knocking on Dante’s door because I was shaken and needed to talk to someone. I’d only had to work through another twenty minutes before I’d been off shift. That was a good thing because I couldn’t put what’d happened out of my mind. I’d been kissed by both of these brothers in less than a week and the difference was immeasurable. Dante’s had been sweet and searching. His brother’s had been possessive and consuming. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and my lips still tingled.
“Hey,” Dante smiled at me as he opened the door. “You knock like a cop.”
I froze, not understanding what he meant until he raised his fist and pounded it against the door in demonstration. I laughed uneasily, then changed the subject. “Can I come in?”
His brows shot up, but he shrugged a muscular, bare—did the man ever wear clothes—shoulder and stepped back so I could squeeze through the small space between him and the door. These brothers were really starting to get on my nerves.
Ciro looked up from where he was sitting on the couch. “Hey…” His eyes darted behind me and I had to fight the urge to turn around to see what Dante was doing. Whatever it was Ciro clearly understood the silent communication. “I’ll uh...I’ll be in my room,” he muttered and beat a quick escape.
Turning, I narrowed my eyes on Dante. He was standing there, hands in his sweatpants pockets, acting like he hadn’t somehow just told his friend to get lost. I had a bigger bone to pick though. “What’s the story with your brother?”
