Page 90 of Breaking Sanity

“Can I help you,” she snarks.

“Baron told us to come check on you,” Vaughn says, already over her attitude.

Not sure what he and Nik were discussing before I was pushed into the driver’s seat. Bastard shut me out of their conversation, so something is off if he is already irritated with her.

We can discuss later, but you need to get him away from her.

“Is that so?”

“Oh he did,” I answer, pulling out my phone and showing our group text message chain.

Baron: Will you go see Alley?

Me: Yes… is she in medical or solitary?

Baron: She is in my room. Relieve the guards, they need sleep.

Me: And I am supposed to just babysit?

Baron: Not just babysit her.

G: She is yours today. It’s in addition to the week that you get her.

Vaughn: I am coming with you, Nik.

G: He has permission, you do not.

Vaughn: I know the rules, G, I made the majority of them.

Me: He’ll come in just to make sure she doesn’t bite.

Baron: Very well.

G: Fine. Have fun. I hope she gauges one of your eyes out, Vaughn

The last part makes her giggle, and I place my phone back in my pocket. Gunner and Vaughn have been at each other’s throats since the night she tried to escape. I wasn’t in the room when they brought her back, but apparently Vaughn lost it and tried to kill her. Something about her calling him Princess and punching him. We heard the commotion from our room, but Nik didn’t intervene. No, he slunk through the hall to sit by Baron’s door and listened. Once the shouting started, sounding like the fucking soap operas Adam used to watch, Nik locked me out.

For fucks sake, stop your whining. We needed to stay out of it.

“So, I am yours for the day,” she asks, taking a step back.

“It seems so,” I grin, taking a step toward her. “Are you going to try to fly away again, Butterfly?”

“That depends on two things.” She holds up her middle finger and thumb.

Oh this girl!

The temptation to fuck the attitude out of her is high.

Don’t though, Caine.

“And what would that be?” I move closer to her and tuck her hair behind her ear. Because I have the insatiable urge to keep touching her, my hand lingers by her throat. Letting my index finger stroke up and down her neck, I feel her pulse start to escalate causing a wave of goosebumps to creep across the smooth skin, tickling the pad of my finger tip.

“One, is Piper okay?” She puts her thumb down but leaves her middle finger up.

“She is as okay as she can be. Piper was just released from solitary.” I say. “And two?”

“Is dickhead staying?”