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One just shook his head. “Sorry, Mr. Salvatore. Mr. Rossi has asked not to be disturbed.”
I clenched my fist, looked the asshole in the eyes, and let that savage part of me rise to the surface. “I don’t give afuckwhat he said. Call him right now and tell himIneed to fuckingsee him.”
The bastard flinched and glanced nervously at his partner. One nod from his partner, and the bodyguard turned away, grabbing his phone. I paced the fucking foyer, running my hands through my hair as the asshole’s low murmur drifted through the space.
“Yes, Mr. Rossi…I understand. I’ll let Mr. Salvatore know.”
Mr. fucking Salvatore.I hated that fucking name, hated it with a goddamn vengeance. I hated the weight and the looks that came with it. The same look that found me now as the bodyguard glanced my way. “He’s on his way, Mr. Salvatore.”
“Finley,” I muttered.
Confusion flared in his gaze. “Sorry?”
“I said, my damn name is Finley,” I snarled through clenched teeth, and tore my gaze away.
But the darkened view outside was no better. Palms swayed and lashed as the winds rose. A high-pitched whistle forced between the doors as the elevator opened. Lazarus stepped out, still tugging a shirt over rippling fucking abs.
He gave a nod toward his bodyguards and strode bare-foot toward me. “Finley.”
“Where the fuck is she?” I snarled, turning on him.
His blue eyes darkened. There was a furrow of annoyance as he lifted his hand and combed back his hair. His knuckles were bloodied and raw, still fresh from the fucking beating he'd given Zakharov. The fucking beatingIshould’ve given him…if I wasn’t such a goddamn fucking failure.
“What do you want with her?”
That’s all the bastard said…what do I want with her?I took a step forward, watching the two big fucking assholes shift nervously, until Lazarus lifted his hand, stilling their movement.
“What do I want with her?” I stopped in front of him, glaring into his eyes.“What do I want with her?”
There was a tic of his jaw, but he didn't move an inch. “You want to tell me what’s going on here, Fin?”
Through the windows, lightning slashed in the distance as I answered. “Anna’s fucking gone and the last thing she said was she was coming to see Kat.”
Relief swept through those blue eyes. Gone were the furrow and the snarl as he smiled and shook his head. “She’s not here.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit?”he repeated, one eyebrow rising. “I said, she’s not here.”
I stepped forward until I bumped the asshole’s chest. There was fucking bad blood between us…real bad blood.And it wasn’t the first time a Rossi had tried to claim what was ours. “Forgive me if I don’t fucking believe you.”
That smirk grew wider and a little more savage. “You know what, Fin? I don’t give a fuck what you believe, how’s that?”
He started to turn away, leaving. “Wait.” I grabbed his arm, wrenching him back.
He just took one look at my hand, then at me. But danger moved deeper, cutting through his blue eyes like a fucking shark. “You wanna take your fucking hand off me?”
No, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to at all. Part of me was ready to go to war. He could see that, see the desperation…the same desperation he'd had racing toward Anna’s building to save Kat.
With a sigh, he muttered. “Fine. You want to come up and see for your fucking self, then be my goddamn guest.”
I followed as he headed for the elevator. Maybe he as bluffing, maybe he was outright lying. For all I knew, she could’ve snuck back down through the stairwell and was ready to slip out into the night the moment I stepped onto the elevator. But something inside me didn’t think that was the case. It was that menacing drive that forced me into the elevator and all the way to the penthouse floor.
I clenched my jaw and stared straight ahead.
“Fin,” Lazarus called as the doors opened.
But I didn’t stop, just strode into the damn apartment.
