Anger floods my body. Fury permeates my senses. Possessiveness and protectiveness fill my gut.
Rossi: You’ll pay for that little stunt the other night
Rossi: Running to your boyfriend won’t save you
Rossi: Ignoring me? Do you really think that’s wise? Do you have any idea what I can do to your
sweet little sister?
Rossi: I’ll get what I want out of you one way or another. And there’s not a fucking thing you
can do about it.
Rossi: Look you fucking bitch. You will answer me, or I’ll make your sister pay.
Everything in me wants to call the motherfucker. Let him know exactly where she’s at. Who she’s with. I know he already knows. I know hethinkshe knows who I am, but he hasn’t got a fucking clue.
But I know that calling him or confronting him right now would be the worst thing I could do.
“What are you doing with my phone?” I hear her groggy, sexy voice say.
“It wouldn’t stop buzzing,” I tell her trying to reign in my frustration. “How long has Rossi been texting you?”
She sits up in the bed looking at me half accusing, half guilty. “Since I ran out of the hotel.”
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” I say a little too loudly.
“Because I didn’t want you to do something crazy.”
I close my eyes to stop myself from losing my temper. When I know I can respond like a normal human, I open them again. “Stop hiding things from me. We are supposed to be a team, but we can't be a team when you keep things from me. I know I can’t just fly off the handle, Tori. Text him,” I tell her handing her phone back.
“And say what?” she demands.
“That you’ll be there like you’re supposed to be. That you’re not distracted. That you’re training and you don’t need him harassing you. Whatever you need to say to get him to back off for now.”
“I have told him. He’s pissed I didn’t go back to New York.”
“Because he can’t get to you there. He knows it. Getting to you in the hotel was a one off.”
Her lower lip begins to quiver a little. “Do you think he’s going to do something to Cara?”
“No. Not yet anyway. He knows you’ll want to see her when you get there.”
She nods and begins to text. She looks up at me when she’s finished. “What now?”
“Now we get breakfast, and you wait on a response.”
“What kind of response do you think he’ll send.”
“Probably one demanding you be there early. Alone. At a place of his choosing.”
“And I take it from your tone, we’re not doing any of that. Are we?”
“Over my fucking dead body.”
I walk into Bastian’s loftwith Tori by my side. Rory and Jax are already there. All we’re waiting on is Christian, Drew, and Tristan.
“Wow,” Tori gasps when we walk into the loft. “This place is -.”
