Page 120 of Caught in the Crossfire

My cheeks heated, but I refused to feel embarrassed.Shit.

“Good,” I bit out.

His eyes zeroed in on my neck, and being the bitch I was, I angled it just right so he could get an even better view.

“Tell me where you fucked so I can raze it to the ground,” he growled.

How dare he. Something inside me snapped. Whether it was the tension and anxiety of being in this fucking house or getting fed up with this pretense of peace, it didn’t matter. The gloves were off, and I was done playing nice.

“No. I want you to walk into every room in this house from now on and wonder—‘did Cas fuck her here? Did she wrap her legs around him and pull him in or did he bend her over?’”

His pupils blew wide, and his face tinted red. “I?—”

I pressed on. “I want you to think—‘How many times did he make her come? Did he eat her out or did she give him a blow job?’”

“Leona.” A vein pulsed in his neck. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I let you talk to Chiara. I let you have free roam in my house as a show of trust, and this is how you repay me?”

Where the hell did he get off acting like that was abetrayal? I laughed darkly. “I did nothing wrong. Get over it.”

“You’re fucking in my home! You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Everything went according to my plans, so you thought, ‘Oh, what could I do to piss him off? How could I ruin this?’”

My eyes narrowed at his accusations, and my arms folded over my chest. “You’re entirely right. I can’t help myself. Because I love him. I love all of them.”

He fumed, staring down at me with hatred burning in his eyes. “You think you can do whatever you want without consequences, but one day, you’ll bite off more than you can chew, and you won’t like what you find.Stop provoking me.”

“Is that a threat?” My voice was ice. My fingers twitched toward my knives. All I had to do was shout and my men would burst inside the room, but I kept my voice low and level. This needed to stay between us.

“Yes, it is.” He matched my coldness. “Grow the fuck up.”

I scoffed. “You know what? I don’t care what you think about me. I love Cas. I love my men. They love me. I have nothing to prove to you, nor do I have anything to apologize for. There’s nothing else for me here.”

“Fuck!” he shouted, hands in his hair. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Gladly.” I turned and started walking away until his arm snatched out to whirl me back to face him. I slammed against his chest, my hands bracing on his arms. He leaned over me, our faces drawing closer. His thumb and forefinger held my chin in a vise grip.

“I could have married you.” His eyes flicked to my lips.

“What?” I wasn’t even certain if my voice made a sound.

“The Don offered you to me once. I turned him down.”

Heat bloomed on my cheeks. “Why?”

“Because…” he whispered. His throat worked as he swallowed. My heart thumped in my chest so hard I was certain he could feel it with how our chests pressed together. “I didn’t want you.”

He was so close his breath ghosted over my cheeks. He held me there, still gripping my chin, the two of us frozen by his admission.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes. “Fuck you.”

“You wish you could.”

I snarled, shoving him backward. Fighting with him was like we were kids all over again, going for the easiest targets, the ones we knew would cut the deepest. He knew exactly how to slice me to my core. He had been everything to me, and he knew it.

I was such agoddamn idiot.I opened my mouth to fight or scream or fuckingsomethingin response, but I had literally nothing to say.

When I turned around to do exactly as he demanded and get the fuck out of his house, I found Obi glowering at the door. He watched, furious, a knife in his hand, while I stomped out. He followed me without a word, and we climbed into the SUV silently.

His eyes burned in the rearview. For the first time, his anger was directed at me.