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“No,” I said, stalking toward the door.
“To the cooking or the fucking?” Levi asked.
“Only cock she’s riding is mine,” I growled before walking out. “And only once or twice,” I muttered. Just to fuck her out of my system.
I’d had to rub one out after getting sucked off and fucking the bitch I’d had over earlier. Seeing those big brown eyes watching Destiny between my legs messed with me. That juicy, bare ass was the reason I’d needed an outlet to begin with. Then, she’d appeared, and I’d gagged Destiny with my load.
Hayes would hate me for this. Even if he’d known about her past. But I wasn’t Hayes. I didn’t have damn morals. I fucked when and how I wanted to. No remorse, no attachments. And Hayes was dead.
Slamming my fist into the brick wall, I took out my frustration.
Seven
Trinity
It was two hours before I heard footsteps on the stairs. I’d sat silently on the sofa, staring at the wall, trying not to think about what I’d seen.
How was I going to look at this man after all this?Please let me be going home now.
I didn’t turn to see him walk into the room. I stayed where I was, studying my hands that I twisted in my lap. A tray of food was put down on the coffee table in front of me, and my stomach growled at the sight of the pizza. Old habits died hard, and my first thought was to grab a piece of pizza and cram it in my mouth while I had a chance. Thankfully, years of teaching myself control kept me from embarrassing myself further.
Lifting my gaze to meet his, I started to saythank you, but he spoke first.
“Take a bath or shower when you want. Here is a shirt you can sleep in. There are extra toothbrushes under the sink,” he said, then turned and headed to leave me.
I stood up quickly. “Wait. You’re leaving me down here? All night?”
He stopped and turned back around to look at me. “Yes.”
“Why? You checked me for a tracker. Can’t I go home now?”Please let me go home.
I couldn’t stay down here. No matter how nice it was, I was exhausted from battling my inner demons to keep myself alert.
He shook his head. “No,” he replied, then turned and went back to the stairs.
I opened my mouth to plead with him, but he was gone. I stood there, feeling hopeless. When the door upstairs closed, I sank back down and looked at the pizza. Grabbing a slice, I began to eat it like the starved kid I had once been. He wasn’t going to make me go without food. Perhaps he was just waiting on the background check to come back. How long did those take?
Swallowing the slice, I grabbed another, but didn’t eat it as quickly. My stomach would rebel if I ate too much. I picked up the bottle of water he’d brought and took a long drink.
This was going to be fine. I’d faced worse. I could survive this.
Finishing the pizza, I drank down the rest of the bottle of water, then stood up to go get a shower. I felt dirty and wanted to wash this day from my body. The threat of anxiety tried to creep in, and I fought it. This would not get to me. I could live through this. They would see I was harmless soon and let me go.
The warm water washed over me, and I imagined it was cleaning me of all I’d been through. I soaped my body twice and washed my hair three times before finally stepping out of the shower and drying off. The T-shirt that Huck had left for me was huge. It had to be his. I took the fabric and held it to my nose to inhale. It smelled like him. I slipped it on over my head, and it hung off one shoulder and hit me just above my knees.
Sighing at myself in the mirror, I turned out the lights to the bathroom and went to the king-size bed. Taking a pillow from it and the blanket folded up on the end, I went to the sofa and lay down. I didn’t know if Huck intended to sleep in that bed or not tonight, but I wasn’t going to be in it if he did return.
Opening my eyes, I blinked, confused as I looked around the room. Where was I? Sitting up, I realized I was on a sofa, and with that, it all came back to me. I was in a basement, being held prisoner by my dead fiancé’s criminal older brother. I stretched out my legs and dropped my head back on the sofa. Would today be the day I could go home? Unsure of the time, I walked over to a lamp and turned it on, then looked at my watch. It was seven thirty-three.
I glanced back at Huck’s bed, and it looked exactly how it had last night. He hadn’t slept down here. Hopefully, he’d return soon, and I could go.
I looked around for the television remote and found it on the table beside the recliner. Picking it up, I managed to figure out how to turn it on and change the channels. It was complicated, so I stayed with the basics. I stood there, flipping through the channels until I found the local news. Once I had some other voices to fill the silence, I put the remote down and went to use the bathroom and get myself ready to go home.
Twenty minutes later, when I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes locked on Huck, and I stopped. He stood, scowling at the sofa as if it offended him. I waited until he noticed me, afraid to say anything. I still didn’t know what to think of this man. Should I be afraid of him, feel safe with him, stop noticing how attractive he was?
His gaze lifted to find me standing across the room, watching him.
“You slept on the sofa.” He sounded angry.
