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“Batting your eyelashes won’t work on me.” He informed me and instead of letting the irritation swarming in my brain loose, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “If you agree to have your men wait outside, I’ll be really nice to you when I get home,” I whispered against his lips and I didn’t miss the way he almost latched onto my words before seeing right through my bullshit.

Our eyes, never daring to stray from each other’s, shared a thousand words, arguments, confessions, everything we’d never say.

“And, this could be your way of apologising for stabbing me.”

He raised a sharp eyebrow at me. “You stabbed me first.”

“Is this kindergarten?” I drawled. “Tomayto, tomahto.”

When he didn’t budge I let go; pushing myself out from underneath him. “Forget it,” I scoffed, getting to my feet as I pretended to dust myself off.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cellphone he left for me. Not only did I not need a monitored cellphone, I most definitely didn’t want one with only his contact, and the only other functioning app being the camera. Well his contact, and Rosalia’s, and my bodyguards— but that’s not the point.

He got up and I pushed the device toward him. “I’m not five.”

He took it from me, not entirely convinced. “You don’t want it?”

I folded my arms across my chest, slightly tilting my chin upwards. “Are you going to let me use it like a real cellphone?”

He pinned me with a knowing look. “No.”

“Then I don’t want it.”

He gave me a single nod and as he was about to slip it into his pocket I snatched it from him. “Fine, I’ll take the phone.” I rolled my eyes. Damn him.

I stormed to the door before stopping and casting him a look over my shoulder. “Don’t get mad when I give your little bodyguards what you can’t have,” I taunted, knowing that even though he despised me, he hated the idea of another man touching me even more.

Then, I slipped out and headed back to my bedroom.

I had no intention of jumping on the first guy I saw tonight, because that’d only end in bloodshed. But, I did however have every intention of pissing Antonio right off.

When I entered my bedroom Silvia jumped up, dressed to impress, anxiously anticipating how the conversation went.

“They’re coming with us,” I reluctantly said and she groaned, face twisted with irritation. “We’ll lose them,” I reassured her as I grabbed my handbag and that put a mischievous grin on her face.

We gathered our belongings, taking one last shot of tequila before hurrying out of my bedroom.

Kiryl and Koren were idly standing by the car Antonio had assigned to us for the night, and I rolled my eyes. At least it’s two and not three brooding bodyguards.

With our arms hooked, Silvia and I headed down the stairs and she couldn’t stop with her commentary, making me chuckle.

We hopped into the back while Kiryl drove and Koren found himself in the passenger seat.

Silvia reached over, squeezing my hand with a devious look in her eyes. “Do you think the club’s still standing?” She leaned over to whisper and my eyes widened.

I hadn’t thought about the club, the girls, or even Marco after I left. I’d been living in fear for so long that my life simply… vanished.

I smiled. “Should we…?”

“Definitely!” she beamed and I unbuckled my seat belt to lean forward, between the seats.

Koren’s eyes widened. “Miss Nirah—”

“Change of plans.” I groaned, reaching forward with my ass in the air as I entered the club’s address into the GPS.

“I can… do that.” Koren hesitantly reached forward and I wiggled back, settling in my seat. I exhaled with a smile and Silvia squealed.

I caught Kiryl’s grin in the mirror and couldn’t contain my smile either.