Primal Pursuit - Page 155

“There’s business related to her and this job.”

“How?”

“Think about it. How the fuck did Frank get these stones?”

For a moment Alexius doesn’t speak, then his gaze slides to me. “Shit.”

“Exactly. And she deserves to come with me.”

I have no idea what this conversation is, but something passes through the two, and Alexius breathes out then shrugs. “Fine. Not my place.” Now the mafia king turns to me. “Except if you mention anything you’ve heard, anyone you’ve seen in here, then itismy place. And you don’t want that to happen. Trust me.”

The threat is loud and clear, and it licks down my spine in trembling shudders.

“Yes.” My hand curls tight as my heart batters my ribs.

Alexius stands, buttons his suit jacket, and leaves with the rest of the Dark Sovereign. Soon there’s just me, Davian, Gabriel, and Tobias. The Elite.

The good father doesn’t say a word, looking out of place in his priestly black and white collar, arms folded as he leans against an ornate desk.

The other two talk in low voices, and my nerves start to climb, scraping against my skin and making my extremities tingle.

As if he can feel it, Davian looks over at me and the air cracks. “Ready?”

“I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Sure, you fucking do, Rabbit. You’re gonna get your bloodthirsty heart’s desire.” He grins, and it’s scary and sexy like nothing else on this planet. It’s pure, unadulterated Davian.

Again, that tsunami of tangled emotions of love and hate and the ingrained need for revenge hit me.

“You’re taking me to whoever put out the hit?”

“We’re going on a road trip. I’ll gear you up.”

As I’m about to follow him and Gabriel out, Tobias takes my arm, pulling me to a stop. The other two continue. “Watch out, okay? And…watch him.”

My breath stutters. “I don’t think Davian’s going to hurt me.”

“No.” He looks down at me, those clean-cut cheeks, blue eyes and sensuous mouth, and his dark chocolate hair all come together to give me an impression of angelic in an Old Testament way.

If this man happened to be an angel, he wouldn’t be the pleasant kind.

But those sapphire eyes cut into me, not unkindly, but not like any priest I can imagine.

“He’s not going to. He’s not that sort of killer. But I’m asking you to watch his back. As in do not betray him.”

“Me? How would I even do that?”

“I told you, little girl, about destroying the thing you love and the ways you can do it. You have the power.”

I start laughing. “Over Davian? I don’t have any power.”

“Then you’re a fucking fool. You have more power over him than anyone he’s ever known. You can hurt him without shooting him or slitting his throat. Don’t.”

I swallow. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning. Heed it.”

“And,” I say, “if I don’t?”