I wrap my arms and legs around him, basically strangling him, to find balance more than anything.
The kiss steals my breath and all my thoughts. All I can do is fall harder and faster for this man.
More than I bargained for.
More than I thought was possible when I first met him.
He places me on my feet and pushes me against the nearest shelf to devour me.
Just when I think the kiss will never end, I’m jerked back by the elbow and I crash against none other than my brother.
Who’s glaring.
23
CREIGHTON
When someone wrenches Annika from my arms, my first thought is murder.
My second thought is to pound them until their features are unrecognizable and they’re begging for death.
I come to a halt, clenched fist at my side, when I make out the person behind the interruption.
Jeremy.
Annika trembles slightly, the rosy blush in her skin slowly vanishing until her face is all white.
She looks so small beside her brother, and it’s not only physically, but also in her aura. It’s almost like his presence overshadows hers. Annika told me that she’s always liked girly things and loved being a girl, because at least in that way, she’s different from Jeremy.
And she desperately wants to be different from him, because even though she loves him, she realizes what type of path he has to take—becoming a mafia leader.
Annika has never liked that part of her family, which is proven time and again whenever she avoids the subject with every trick under the sun.
The manifestation of that life on the island is none other than her brother.
“Jer,” she whispers, staring up at him with big, innocent eyes.
Despite his firm grip on her elbow, he doesn’t look at her. His full cutthroat attention falls on me, dripping with every intention of causing pain. His face is closed off, his eyes unreadable.
I don’t know Jeremy Volkov except for when I saved him from that fire, and only because his sister was ready to die for him. Obviously, that shit wasn’t going to happen on my watch.
Before that, Jeremy and I had only crossed paths at the fight club, but not against each other.
He seldom participates, and when he does, it’s only in fights leading to the championship.
This year, it’ll be me against him in the finals since he eliminated Landon in the semifinals.
I watched it from the sidelines, and it was proper brutal. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn that Jeremy was taking it personally, and Landon was enjoying every second of antagonizing him.
My cousin ended up losing anyway, and now, everyone won’t stop talking about the final that will take place in a few weeks.
And while I haven’t thought about it much, maybe it’s time to. My interactions with the Heathens have been through defeating both Killian and Nikolai in the ring, so Jeremy won’t be any different.
“You have the audacity to touch my sister?” His inflection is flat, meant as a veiled threat.
“Jer…it’s not what you think,” Annika tries to explain in a soft voice with that infuriating fake smile of hers.
“It’s exactly what you think,” I interrupt her.
Annika is more readable than a book and if she thinks that I’ll allow her to draw his attention away from me so that he’ll direct his wrath at her, then she’s sorely mistaken.
“What did you just say?” Jeremy enunciates.
“You heard me. Annika and I are together.”
He starts toward me and Annika’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. Her polished nails dig into his leather jacket and her whole body jerks with his movement.
It’s panic.
She’s about to hyperventilate at the thought of a fight breaking out between us.
Always against conflicts, my Annika. Always so…elegant, even in her panic. That’s what attracted me to her at first—her elegance and softness.
Her beauty and even her purply, violet-scented presence. I have no clue when it started, but at some point, I wanted to confiscate everything about her and keep it to myself.
“Jer…please. Let’s go back to the mansion and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Go back so he can lock you up again?” I take my own step forward so that I’m toe-to-toe with Jeremy.
She purses her lips and shakes her head at me. She might be a pacifist, but I’m most certainly not, and I will not, under any fucking circumstances, allow him to take her away from me.
“And what is it to you what I do with my sister?”
“She’s not a kid anymore. She’s eighteen and can and should have the freedom to make any decisions that concern her life.”