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Peter Deacon had one job. To keep his dick in his pants. He didn’t, and now he’s going to pay the ultimate price for touching what belongs to me.
11
ROWAN
“Get out,” I snarl at the half-naked woman in the bed, who’s just woken to me towering over her.
Her mouth drops open on a silent scream, but my glare forces her to obey. Quickly, she scoots away from the man at her side, bringing with her the sheet to wrap around herself.
“Babe, what’s going…” Peter Deacon’s eyes grow as big as saucers as he turns and focuses on me. “R-Rowan, what are you doing here?” He grabs for the covers to hide his naked ass.
The level of fear he displays would be expected of any man who’s been woken in the middle of the night by the criminal he made a deal with. But there’s something more with him. Almost like he’s in shock, with a vacant look that tells me he’s in the process of checking out even before I do anything to him.
Somewhere in the distance, a door slams, indicating the woman has left, the sound making him jump. “W-what’s up, man?”
“Let’s have a chat, shall we?” I grab hold of his shirt, the only thing he’s fucking wearing, and drag him onto a nearby chair.
Standing before him, where he trembles spastically, I drop down onto my haunches. “You touched her.”
“Wha… Kelly?” He peers out the door in the direction the brunette went.
“Why would I give a fuck about Kelly?” I grind out. “What were your orders about Louisa?”
The large Adam’s apple in his skinny neck bobs up and down as he swallows hard. “Louisa?”
“Do you have any idea where she is?”
He shakes his head. “Her father’s been searching the city like a madman.”
“Her father. Not you. The man she was going to marry is here fucking another woman only days after the wedding was to take place.”
Again, he shakes his head. “I looked for her. But Fernando stopped me. He said the man who took her was too dangerous for me to be involved.”
That makes me frown. If he was referring to me, he would have already made a move. Which means Fernando suspects someone else. The question is, who?
“I’m the man who took her, you idiot!” I hiss.
“So she’s safe? Is that why you’re here?”
I take a deep breath and release it, grasping at any ounce of patience I might have left. “I’m here because you disobeyed orders.”
“No, I did exactly what you said.”
“Did you? What exactly did I say for you to do?”
A small, strangled sound escapes him. “Keep her close.”
“And?” I motion my hand, telling him to get to the point.
“Um... Don’t touch her.”
“But you did,” I say on a growl. “You touched her. Not only did you touch her, but you had the balls to ask her to marry you.”
He blinks. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”
“It just happened,” I repeat a second before backhanding him.
He tumbles over, chair and all, and whirls to me, holding his bleeding lip.
