Page 9 of Relentless Oath
He was a little shit who couldn’t stay out of trouble, but he was blood, raised by the same monster. For that, I hadn’t allowed her to kill him. But I’d been tempted.
Taking one look at his face made me want to punch it. It made my blood boil that he walked around so cocky without a care in the world while he single-handedly created messes that I had to clean up.
He was so entitled that it made me sick. Before he had gone to prison, I had to remind myself that he was blood, so that I didn’t kill him myself.
He was my dad’s little bastard. His birth had been the product of an affair. Shit, so had mine.
All of us had different mothers. My father had collected women like I collected fragile things; that’s all we had in common.
He had been cruel, especially to my oldest brother, Matteo. So cruel, in fact, that I had often wondered growing up if Matteo was even his. Rumor had it that there was a possibility he wasn’t.
My thoughts were pulled away from the past as I looked at her. She had a lot of panache. Most women would have been shaking and in tears if they found themselves upside down stranded in a ditch.
She’d simply climbed out the window, kicked the car, and threw her hands in the air in frustration. Who would have thought?
I’d watched the whole show from the yard in front of my home, unable to stop myself from smiling. Mya had spunk.
I was quite surprised by that facet of her personality. Her calm and aloof manner showed maturity beyond her years at all times, but today, I got to see a whole new side of her. And I liked what I saw, with the exception being the homicidal part.
I watched her as I approached. She hadn’t noticed me yet.
She kicked her car yet again and was swearing up a storm. She had a mouth on her. Also, surprising.
I realized then that I had rarely heard her speak up close. I usually didn’t dare get close enough to her to hear her talking to anyone else. She was such a loner, she only ever talked to herself, and often, she spoke under her breath when she did so.
Now, I discovered that her voice was sexy, not high-pitched, and kind of throaty. I locked away a memory of it. I would guard it like it was something I had to possess or own. Just like the rest of her.
“You need some help, miss?”
She stopped swearing immediately and looked at me with those huge hazel eyes. She dismissed me quickly. “Nope.”
Hmm…I didn’t like that. I tried again. “I saw the accident.”
“Accident?” She laughed humorlessly and ran a hand through her hair. As she did, her top lifted a little, showing just a glimpse of her creamy pale skin.
I forced myself to pull my eyes away from that and focus on what she was saying. “That idiot knocked me into this ditch! Did you happen to see their license plate number? Fucking menace. I need to report them.”
I raised a brow. I wanted to comment that she had a lot of nerve calling anyone a menace given that only minutes ago, she had been clearly hellbent on killing a man, but I didn’t want to give myself away. It was too soon.
She was clearly unsettled, but she was amusing when she was angry ?and she didn’t have a gun in her hand.
I shrugged. “I’m sure whoever did it is long gone by now.”
She shook her head, and I saw the fight leave her as her shoulders fell. She took a deep, calming breath.
“Do you want me to call someone for you?”
Finally, she trained her eyes on me, as if suddenly seeing me for the first time. She stared at me, and I looked back at her, meeting her gaze.
She studied me, starting at my feet and slowly working her way up the rest of my body. When she was done, her eyes locked with mine.
For a moment, I was afraid that she would recognize me. Had I jeopardized my own plan?
Apparently not. She must have just realized that she was staring because a blush crept up her cheeks.
I’d never seen her blush before. If that’s what my presence did, I could only imagine how flushed she would get when we touched.
“I don’t have anyone….what I mean is…I don’t…” her voice trailed off. I was instantly uncomfortable, fearing that she was about to cry as all the bravado wore off.
