Orlando kisses my cheek, tugging me closer to him, as he breathes me in like he missed me in the hours we have had apart. I get it, after spending so much time in close quarters with him, I’m struggling not having him constantly by my side. It’s the strangest feeling and one I don’t want to get used to. It’s probably for the best he’s going on this trip. It’ll give us some much-needed space before I start having feelings I can’t afford to have for him.
“Are you done planning your papa’s demise yet? If not, I have ideas for you both.” I grin at Romeo.
Romeo chuckles playfully. “I’m sure you do, doll face, but this is a little more complicated than slitting his throat.”
“Shame, that move was very effective on the last Moretti who wronged me,” I say as more of a threat than I should in the presence of two more Morettis, but they should know what I’m capable of.
Orlando’s hand dusts up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He’s awfully touchy-feely right now. His lips drop to my ear, and he sinks his teeth in. “You can’t just go around slitting everyone’s throats, treasure,” he growls, and I know he heard the dig at the two of them. Well, good.
“Just the motherfuckers who deserve it.” I wink at Romeo, and I know he agrees with me by the cruel smirk that plays on his lips.
The shrill ring of Orlando’s phone cuts through the air, and he looks at me with newfound gravity. “Don’t say a fucking word, treasure. That’s not a warning, it’s a threat. If you do, you will regret it.”
I zip my lips, wondering what got up his ass all of a sudden.
“What is it?” he answers the phone, an edge to his voice.
“Malachi has you sorted out. Private plane on route for Rome.” When I hear Jagger’s voice come down the line, I know exactly why I got the threat. My heart kicks up a beat, so desperate to speak to my brother. I glance back at Romeo, not sure what to do.
Romeo is in front of me in a split second, his hand over my mouth. I stare up at him, annoyed he’s silencing me.
Orlando’s hand dances across my thigh. “Good. And the second request?”
“Sorted. Now can I talk to her?”
An ache forms in my chest, suffocating and all-consuming. Romeo shakes his head, telling me not to do it. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, trying to get myself under control. I know this is for the best, but it’s so damn hard when I miss him like crazy. And I can hear how desperate he is to talk to me.
“Soon,” Orlando responds, then he disconnects the call.
Romeo drops his hand, and I whimper a cry. “You’re communicating with Jagger?” I look between them. I knew Romeo and Jagger were working together, but I never in a million years expected Orlando to be a part of it.
Orlando’s finger brushes under the hem of my skirt. “He’s helping us, yes.”
I blink back at him. “How long will you be gone for?” I ask, trying not to sound as clingy as I feel.
“A week at least,” Orlando answers.
“A whole week,” I mutter, disappointed for so many reasons. Number one, I want off this island. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”
“I’m sure Onyx and Reef can think of many ways to occupy your time. Chasing you around the house, warm showers, a little playful punishment. If I could trade places with one of them, I would,” Romeo says cheekily, and I know these fuckers were watching us.
I let out a heavy sigh, needing space. I push out of Orlando’s grip on me and stand. No wonder he was all touchy-feely with me; he just watched two other guys playing with me. The chill of the storm seeps through the glass as I walk to the window, watching it still raging outside. “I’m going crazy. I’m going to do something you both don’t like,” I warn as I turn back to them slowly. They watched me, then they know how serious I am. Not even I know what I will do next.
Orlando joins me, his warm hand resting at my waist, fingers tangling in my hair as his eyes gaze down at me. “No, you’re not. You’re going to be a good girl and do what the boys tell you to. So when we get back, you can be rewarded.”
Why my pussy throbs instantly with need when he says those words I have no idea. “With what? A trip home to my club?” I ask, hoping to God that’s what he means.
Romeo approaches, a cocky grin splitting his handsome face, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I have a few other ideas for you, but if that’s what you want, we can have our fun back on the mainland.” His fingers lace with mine, and he tugs me out of Orlando’s grip. The touch of his lips on mine as he kisses me is electric. “Can you be a good girl for us, Sloane?”
I stare back at him. “Yes,” I whisper, all breathy at the flirty way he said it. The temperature in the room just got a hell of a lot hotter. I flick my gaze back to Orlando; he’s so close tome and looking just as predatory as Romeo. “Okay, things just got w-weird,” I stutter. I try and take a step back, but I can’t with Orlando’s hand on my waist and Romeo holding my hand so firmly. They have me right where they want me—trapped in between them. I swallow the lump in my throat, wondering what the hell is going through their minds.
“Are we making you uncomfortable?” Romeo asks cheekily, a playful glint in his eyes.
“No, it’s just hot in here, isn’t it?” I glance between the two of them, feeling like they just got even closer to me.
Orlando smirks like the damn devil himself. “I’m not hot, are you, Romeo?”
Mischief dances in his eyes, a sparkle promising Romeo’s idea of fun. “No, I think it’s just Sloane. Your cheeks do look very flushed, doll face.”
