Now?
No.
No, I can’t let him win. He’s toying with me, and I won’t let him dismiss what I feel to entertain some sick head game. I know better. I was taught better.
“It’s a shame your date didn’t go well, but you’re going to have to find someone else to play with, Cecelia.”
I don’t bother to ask him how he got privy to that information, and it’s clear he’s in on every secret, including mine. His invasion of my privacy only proves he doesn’t trust me at all.
He’s been watching me. Closely. And I was a fool to think otherwise.
It’s also a clear indication he still views me as a threat.
Thinking on my toes, I stand and close the space between us. My urge to fight is overwhelming, and so, for the first time in months, I fully let my devil out. I drop my gaze to the bulge between his thighs.
“You’re still hard.”
His amber eyes flare in warning. “Means nothing.”
“You wanted me just as much. Still do. If I’m such a stupid, silly girl, why are you so anxious to take your brothers’ place in my bed?”
“I was proving a point.”
“Tell that to your cock.” I slap his chest and glide my palm down his toned stomach. He doesn’t flinch, but he doesn’t move, either. Gripping him in my hand, I note the width, the girth, and train my features not to react. He would have torn me in half had he taken me as roughly as he kissed me.
I grip him harder and hear the breath leave him. A tiny victory I don’t bother to celebrate.
“Before you go.” I stroke him roughly with one hand while sliding the other around his backside, “At least have the decency to let me know the name of my enemy.”
He doesn’t bother with a reply before stepping out of my grip. He swings the loose chain of the necklace in his palm before he pockets it.
“Just as well. I’m sure I’ll have a hell of a good time finding out.” His eyes narrow, dominance rolling off him.
“Do your worst,” he taunts, all too comfortable with what he believes is his upper hand.
And that’s when I step away and drop the leather between us. He flicks his attention down, and I revel in the light of surprise when his eyes widen on the wallet in the grass. Dashing out of his reach, I retrieve my pocket light from where I dropped it, lifting the ID into view.
“Jeremy taught me this trick,” I smirk as I study the ID. “Charm them in the front while you fuck them in the back. I’m a quick study, Ezekiel Tobias…”
No. No. No. No!
“King,” he says, the victory once again his as he slaps the flashlight from my hand before ripping his ID from my fingers. “Tobias King. Dominic’s brother.”
The truth stabs me like a dull blade.
“That’s not…he would have…”
“Told you? No, he wouldn’t. And now it’s your cross to bear too. So, I wouldn’t fucking disclose that information to anyone if I were you.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“Sean told you plenty.”
Praying to God I didn’t flinch at his words, I toss my shoulders back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you don’t? Is that why you inquired about your father’s safety in our first conversation? Lying to me is not helping your cause. But damn near everything he told you is common knowledge in this town.”
Sean also told me my father was enemy number one, which led me to the theory that my father is most likely the reason behind The Ravenhood.
Think of it as a promise.
A promise. A promise between two young orphans and their friends to exact revenge at just the right time. Dominic told me he was six when they died. Tobias isn’t much older. Sean had said they’d been patient. Because they had to be, they had to grow up first, educate themselves, build an army.
“But you don’t look…” There’s not much of a resemblance aside from their hair and skin color. Where Dominic is sleek in his features, Tobias is hard lines and broad planes. I assumed they were related somehow due to the French connection, but never brothers. Sean had confessed at the plant that Dominic’s mother was fleeing her ex-husband.
“You’re half-brothers.”
He tucks his ID back into his wallet, ignoring my question.
“I’m right, aren’t I? You share a mother.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter, he’s a weakness,” his voice is lethal when he speaks, his warning clear. “And yours too, so if you mean what you say, you don’t utter a word to anyone.”