My cock twitches.
Yeah.
Hard it is.
Bryn
“What the fuck?!” I roar, fists clenched so tight my nails dig into my palms. I can barely breathe. “You let Dante escape?!”
I shove Miles, but he just smirks, like this is a fucking joke.
“Roman’s going to lose his shit!”
I spin around and storm inside. How thefuckdid this happen?
All this because of Sean? A couple of stitches? A fucking pill? I can’t believe they letDantego. Of all people.Dante andKnoxtogether again? No chance in hell they’re not coming back for the base.
“What the fuck happened?” Roman yells as he approaches.
I stride out, pointing straight at the bastard who started this.
“Miles let him escape!”
Roman locks onto him like a lion spotting weak prey. His hand curls into a fist, his body tenses, and I smile.
You kicked me down, motherfucker. Let’s see how you like the taste.
Miles lifts his hands and takes a slow step back. “He had Sean. Gun to his head.”
Roman stops.
He fucking stops.
What?
“And?” I yell. “Who gives a shit? I can do stitches! We all can!”
Sean walks out just then, calm as ever, like he didn’t just fuck everything up.
Roman doesn’t look at him. Doesn’t look at me. He just stares at Miles.
“How did this happen?” He is calm, but his stance is a threat all by itself. His arms are tight, and that vein in his neck looks ready to burst.
Sean glances at me. My heart stutters.
Is he going to tell Roman I gave Dante the radio? That I lured Knox here on purpose?
But he doesn’t.
He folds his arms and waits.
Of course he does. Roman’s right-hand man. So smug. So damn quiet. And Ihatehim.
That condescending tone, the way he speaks to me like I’m disposable. Like I’m just some whore who got lucky.
I’mnot.
I ran the most successful call girl business in the goddamn country. Thousands in profit, a waiting list of elite clients. I survived the Crimson Plague when most people didn’t even survive thefirstwave. I stayed alive when the world turned women into prey.
