I clung to him tighter as he pulled me back against him. He was too young to be so jaded. Then again, we all were. “You have feelings; you’re just forced to ignore them for the greater good.”
“And the greater good is what? Survival?” His voice was gritty, full of well-suppressed anger because after all, he was the calm one, right?
“Blood,” I said quickly, trying to distract him from snapping. “Are you going to let me talk or what?”
His one hand slid down my side and gripped my hip, trapping me against his heated body as his fingers drummed against my bare skin. “So talk.”
“Junior’s going to kill you,” I said in a sing-song voice.
“Ah, so she finally admits it out loud.”
“You already knew,” I snapped.
His chest felt warm, strong, as he tightened his grip around me. “Ash was drunk; he could have been full of shit.”
“Yeah well.” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Say you did accidentally catch feelings, would you…” I bit down on my lip. “Would you risk your life to keep feeling them, would you give in, knowing you could die?”
Slowly Breaker turned me in his arms. His eyes flashed as he cupped my face. “Serena…” He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again. He had the most beautiful features, almost too pretty with his almost olive skin and lighter hair. His jaw clenched. “I really want to tell you to stop thinking what I think you’re thinking, but after today, I’ve completely lost my censor, and honestly, I don’t think a person should live their lives being safe. God knows we only have today. Who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow?”
“Thanks.” I sighed. “I think.”
His grin turned goofy. “Junior looks ready to murder me; it’s made my entire shitty night worth it. I so love getting a response out of him.”
Before I could ask what the heck he was talking about, he gripped my head and pressed a kiss to my mouth, sliding his tongue past my lips in a dominant way that had me ready to pull my gun on him. He squeezed my ass and then broke off the kiss with a teasing grin in his eyes. “What? I wanted a reward for my honesty!”
“You’re such a dick!” I laughed and shoved him away. “And you taste like gin! I hate gin!”
He burst out laughing then bowed. “I know!”
“Go be annoying somewhere else.” I shooed him away, still smiling.
“I think you mean go be sexy somewhere else.” He winked. “Oh, and tell Junior not to kill me in my sleep. Cool?” He held out his fist.
I tapped it with mine, and then he was zigzag running out of the basement as Junior had already pulled the gun and was trying to aim.
“Doesn’t work if nobody’s shooting you!” I yelled after him, then felt Junior behind me.
Slowly I turned and then made a face. “Are you okay?”
His eyes blazed with unchecked fury. “No.”
“Do you need me to—”
He tossed me over his shoulder and waved off a bleeding Ash, who was wiping his face with his discarded shirt, spreading blood everywhere rather than actually getting clean.
“Put me down!” I pounded against Junior’s back.
He slapped me on the ass so hard, my teeth clenched. “No.”
“Junior!”
He jogged up the steps with me in his arms like he hadn’t just gone a billion rounds with Ash and stomped into the guest room, making sure to lock his door, and then carried me through the bathroom to do the same to my door.
When he was satisfied that all the doors were locked, he went back into the bathroom, me still thrown over his shoulder like he’d completely lost his mind, and then without warning, he shoved me into the shower with my clothes still on.
“The hell, Junior!” I roared ready to fight him as my shirt soaked against my skin, my favorite pair of Nike sweats were starting to fall off of me. “What’s wrong with you!”
“I’ll kill him!” he raged. His aqua eyes were wild as he jerked my shirt over my head and threw it to the ground. “If I leave this room, I’ll kill him!”
Blood and water dripped down Junior’s face as he jerked my sweats down to my ankles then painfully pulled my thighs apart, his fingers digging into my sensitive flesh as his right hand found my ever-present dagger.
His eyes never left mine as he pushed the tip of the dagger between my breasts and then dug it into my sports bra, tearing it in pieces. He slid the knife down my belly into the front of my underwear and did the same until they slid to the wet floor with my sweats.
“Whose are you!” he screamed inches from my face.
I’d never seen this side of him before, never seen him so unleashed, so wild.