Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

“She still not eating?” My lips thin with displeasure at her defiance.

“No. And it doesn’t seem like it’s for attention either. She’s just not eating.”

It looks like I have to remind her where she is and under who’s jurisdiction she’s living in.

“I will make her eat.”

“All right. See you tomorrow cousin.”

When he walks away I temple my fingers and seethe. I hate defiance of any kind and this is Olivia’s way of having some control.

An hour later Irina stands at the door looking on at me with caution and I just know she’s about to tell me some more dumb shit about Olivia I won’t like.

“Yes, Irina what is it?”

“Aiden I’m so sorry to disturb you,” she says, bringing her hands together. “Miss Olivia still refuses to eat. You said I should report to you if she continues to do it today. She is and it doesn’t look like she’s going to have anything anytime soon. She hasn’t had anything to eat since she’s been here.”

“Okay, I will deal with her.”

She dips her head and leaves.

Fury fills me percolating my frustration as I stand and shut down my computer for the night. I already have no patience and I’ve given Olivia more chances than anybody who’s pissed me off.

This woman will not defy me. I won’t allow it.

I march upstairs and into the bedroom.

Olivia jumps, startled when I burst in. She looks guilty and at least has the good sense to look wary.

She’s sitting on the bed writing in one of my notepads I keep in the nightstand. Seeing her with it pisses me off even more because I didn’t give it to her.

What pisses me off worse than that is she’s still wearing the little summer dress from earlier. When I bought it, I thought of taking it off her, and it looks exactly how I knew it would on her body.

The hem rides up her thighs as she straightens up and my fucking cock hardens.

The lure of this fucking woman is not something I was prepared for and my fascination with her comes back with a vengeance to fuck me over as I glare at her.

“Who the fuck told you, you could go through my drawers?” I balk. My voice is laced with the sexual frustration riding my back.

Olivia drops the pad instantly. “I was bored.”

“In case you didn’t notice, you’re a prisoner here. You’re not supposed to be entertained or comfortable. Get up.”

She stands, never taking her eyes off me.

“What did I do now to piss you off?” she retorts.

“Do not question me, I warned you once before not to cross me and look at you, doing it again.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

I look away from her briefly to take note of the untouched meal on the tray over in the corner she would have gotten two hours ago for dinner.

“You are not eating. Why the fuck aren’t you eating?” There’s no way she can tell me she’s not hungry, she’s starting to look it and her skin is a sickly pale. Like a ghost.

“I don’t want to.”

I stalk over to the tray, pick it up and set it down on the nightstand.