Page 46 of Merciless King

I nodded.

He headed for the door, and I glanced over at Van. He looked like he was made of stone. Van’s eyes were on Connor and he did not look happy. In fact, he looked like he was about to commit murder.

“You’ll be okay for a minute?” he said to me.

I nodded, and Van followed Connor out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

I stood there wondering what the hell was going on. I assumed it was something to do with the case, which I wasn’t overly happy about. I wanted to know what was going on. I didn’t like being kept in the dark, especially when it concerned me.

When Van walked back in, his mood hadn’t improved.

I fidgeted, not sure what to say or how to deal with a pissed off Van King. “Is everything all right?”

He’d grabbed his phone from the coffee table and was tapping at the screen. His eyes lifted to mine. “I’ll make sure of it, London,” he said in that scary, hard voice he used sometimes when he was particularly tense, or should I say, intense, which was now.

In fact, he seemed to get like this around me pretty often.

Great.

I forced myself to push on. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No.”

Well, that was straight to the point. “You talked to Connor in the hall,” I said, pointing out the obvious.

He turned to face me, a strange look on his face. “Yeah, London, I did.”

I was confused at this point. “What about?”

“You really don’t know?” he said, that odd look still on his face.

I crossed my arms and shuffled my feet, starting to feel a lot like an idiot. What had I missed? “No. I don’t.”

Van’s hands went to his hips. “Right now, you’re wearing my shirt, hair all messy and sexy from me fucking you all night.”

I blushed. I didn’t know what that had to do with anything. “Okay.”

“When you walked into this living room, your cheeks were flushed, lips still red and swollen from me kissing you.” He ground his teeth. “No fucking way Daniels missed that. Still, he put his fucking hands on you.”

I shook my head. “He was just comforting me.”

“Babe, the man asked you out. He kissed you. He wants you. He did that shit right in front of me. I didn’t like it, London, and I let him know.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “He knows…I told him. There’s nothing between him and I, not like that.”

“For you maybe. But he’s not done with you.”

I was stunned. “But you just talked to him. He must have said—”

“He’s not done.”

He’s not done? What the hell did that mean? “Well, I am.”

Van was silent a beat, then said, “Yeah, you are.”

Now it was my turn to be at a loss for words. “Are you actually angry with me?”

He closed the gap between us and pulled me in close to his body. “No, London, never at you. But I didn’t like seeing him kiss you and I sure as fuck didn’t like him putting his hands on you right in front of me. That’s not on you, that’s on me. Now he knows the score, and if he’s wise he won’t do that shit again.”