Page 49 of Reverence

I swiped a knuckle across my jaw, scowling at them.

At this point, I didn’t know if it was the thump of my heart pounding in my ears or the loudness of the track blaring throughout the room.

“I’ve got some information on the man you’re dancing with,” Kayden spoke and I bit my tongue.

Not wanting to say anything out of line. Amala couldn’t respond but she made conversation with the man.

“His name is Ian Rossi. Seems to be Enzo’s brother. They’re all under investigation.”

My jaw ticked, the vexation hitting me out of nowhere.

I didn’t know why but the scene before me, of the strange man’s hands roaming over Amala’s body angered me to the core.

Maybe it was because I now knew his identity or maybe it was something else. Something I couldn’t quite name yet.

“He’s extremely dangerous. Wanted across several states.”

There was static and then I heard his voice. A subtle Italian accent. “What are your plans after this?”

“I don’t think I’ve got anything on my agenda.”

She said with a voice that dripped with seduction. “Why do you ask?”

“Perhaps we could do something.” He suggested, leaning down to talk into her ear.

“You’re just my type.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” She retorted sarcastically but I couldn’t handle the scene playing out anymore.

The rhythm got progressively louder, their movements more passionate.

My body moved on its own accord and I strutted across the room—approaching them with full-blown rage coursing through my system.

In the midst of him spinning her around, I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her flush against me.

Of course he couldn’t protest because another woman filled his arms in a split second.

He still eyed her, seemingly upset that I interrupted the moment.

Fuck me.

I never knew someone’s skin could be this soft.

Her hands fit perfectly in mine and for a moment I forgot the reasoning behind my disdain.

Only for a moment.

A low gasp escaped her lips as our bodies connected and we moved across the floor. “What the hell are you doing?”

She muttered angrily as the sharp notes of the song slowly built, forging a path for the climax.

I pushed her away from me then pulled her closer once more, her back melting into the front of my body.

“Saving you the trouble of wasting your time. I found the targets.” I swallowed harshly, the familiar feeling washing over me.

The same feeling I experienced when she was drunk and begged me to sleep beside her. “He’s a target too.”

I wondered if she really couldn’t remember what transpired that evening—all those sweet nothings she whispered into the stillness of the night.