Page 75 of Brutal Revenge

“What’s the last thing you remember?” I ask, needing to know if I should load my gun now or wait for Dante to show up with his weapon of choice already loaded.

Last night, I didn’t just kiss her.

I watched her come while stroking my cock to the extremely satisfying visual.

Uncertainty flickers in her eyes before she answers. “I remember dancing at the club.”

“And?” I probe, confident she’s being coy to save face.

She freezes before pulling the earth out from beneath my feet. “The rest is a little blurry.”

I nod slowly, struggling not to blow my top. “Do you remember dancing on the table?”

Her breath catches as her eyes widen.

Fuck.

She must have been more intoxicated than I realized when I suggested we go to the nightclub before calling it a night.

Her swallow is audible. “Did I… do anything embarrassing?”

“No,” I answer immediately, shaking my head. “You were perfectly well-behaved.”

Me, on the other hand…

Azra’s shoulders relax, but her expression is on the opposing team. A disappointed crease mars her forehead.

Did she want me to tell her that her confidence is so high when she’s drunk that she’ll happily ring the devil’s doorbell with an audience?

Confident I’m misreading her, I climb out of the trench I recently dug for Dante to bury me in. “We can’t all get arrested our first night out,micina.”

The tension slips away when she drops her lower lip. “Pity. I look cute in orange.”

Grateful her playfulness is killing the tension suffocating the air, I twang her lip before standing. “I have no doubt you’d look just as sexy in handcuffs.”

Dropping my head back, I glare at the ceiling. I should not have said that.

“I don’t need to get arrested for you to see me in handcuffs.”

Her mouth gapes, as mortified as I was about her severe case of foot-in-mouth syndrome. “I’m so sorry… That was inappropriate.”

“Why?” I ask before I can get ahold of myself.

She considers my question for a beat before she eventually shrugs. “I don’t know.”

I could push, but how can I force honesty if I’m unwilling to do the same?

Instead, I get this train back on the tracks.

“How’s the stomach? Are you up to eating?”

I smile like a lovesick chump when she does a little jiggle, wiggling her nonexistent stomach side to side like a belly dancer, before she jerks up her chin. “It’s good to go.”

“Good.” I nod my head toward the bathroom. “Shower. Then we’ll join Vanni and Valentina for brunch in the atrium. The new rules his wifey-to-be encouraged him to implement forced me into blue-balls territory, so it’s only fair he joins me.”

Chapter 21

Azra