Page 4 of Hostile Cravings (Wicked Cravings #3)
Chapter Three
TYSON
T he bitch had packed too much, and I let out a barrage of expletives as I tossed her suitcases to Breck and my other man before taking the last one.
There we were, three massive men carrying bright pink suitcases down the hall.
I was glad Mason wasn’t there with me, or I would never have heard the end of it.
Angie Donelli was going to be the death of me.
There was no way I could go without killing her.
Just being close to her in that room had me even more tense than Tirenti and his scumbag son.
I’d forced myself to kiss her, knowing Tirenti needed proof.
The way she’d gone limp in my arms, her body flush against mine, her hand clenching my jacket had left me unsettled.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it or the pink hue that had filled her cheeks.
Her brown eyes had been wide and as inviting as her mouth had been.
Shit, I didn’t know what I was thinking. I threw the bag in the trunk and removed my jacket, throwing it into the car and hearing Angie complain about hitting her with it. Rolling my sleeves up, I got in, letting Breck close my door.
Not bothering to look at her, I said, “Shut up, Angie.”
From my periphery, I saw her turn back to looking out the window.
It was strange that she hadn’t snapped back.
She was usually quick with a comeback or a snide remark about me.
But this time, she stayed quiet. After a few minutes, I glanced over at her, seeing her bring her hand up, her knuckles wiping below her eyes in a subtle move meant for me not to see.
The venom in me soothed. She was crying, something I’d never seen her do unless she was crying crocodile tears to her father to get something from him.
All I’d ever seen from her was nastiness aimed at me or Casey.
What she said to Casey was usually passive aggressive, side-remarks about her weight or some other comment to make her feel inferior.
It never worked. My sister was too confident to let someone like Angie bring her down.
But it pissed me off even more than her presence already did.
She brought her knuckles up again, wiping another tear away, and I wasn’t sure what to do.
Turning forward, I realized this was likely the first time she’d been away from home.
Her father and brother were her life, the only life she knew, just like Armina was.
And I was taking her from everything she loved and knew.
Under normal circumstances, I would have called her tears out, made her feel bad for being a baby, but I remained silent, choosing to pretend I didn’t notice and watching the road pass by.
When we arrived at the hangar, I waited for the guys to inspect for any sign of danger.
After the incident with the Bad Omen, we took no chances.
And as pissed as Tirenti was, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something stupid.
I was sure Mason hadn’t thought this through, and Mason thought everything through.
If he had, he’d have anticipated Tirenti’s reaction, the slight he would experience at having me step in line for Angie and knock his son out of the running.
My fist to Joey’s face hadn’t helped the situation.
“Come on, little Viper. Time to show you the real world,” I said, stepping out of the car. I didn’t know why I’d enhanced the nickname, but I liked the way it sounded when I said it, although the usual vehemence with which it left my mouth no longer accompanied it.
“I don’t need to see any more of the world than Armina,” she said, the tears no longer evident as she strode past me with her nose in the air. “And I have no desire to see your tiny shithole of a province.”
Gritting my teeth, I bit back the urge to throw her over my knee and give her a good spanking. Just when I’d felt sorry for her, she went and returned to her usual snarky ways.
“Too bad, because my tiny shithole is where you’re stuck now unless you want me to drop you off at Joey Tirenti’s house. I’m sure he’d beat that attitude right out of you and have you begging like a dog for his cock in no time.”
She stopped suddenly and turned to me, throwing me off guard so that I slammed into her. “You are a mean and nasty brute, Tyson Raines.” She poked me in the chest with her finger on each word.
Laughing in her face, I grabbed her finger and licked it, watching the horror that overtook her features.
“Doesn’t taste like pussy yet, but a few days of keeping your legs closed for other men and I bet those fingers will taste good.” Her face morphed into disgust. “Although with as vile of a bitch as you are, Angie, they won’t.”
She snatched her hand from me and huffed away, dropping into my seat. Breck laughed behind me, and I peered over my shoulder at him. “Do you see that?” I asked as the plane door closed.
“Sure do, boss.”
“You’re in my seat,” I told her. “Get up.”
Crossing her arms, she pouted her lips at me, saying, “You have assigned seats like a schoolboy?”
My jaw ticked, my hands wringing the way I wanted to wring her neck.
Walking over to her, I bent and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
She kicked and yelled for me to put her down, her fists hitting my back.
I smacked her ass, her indignant yelp her only response.
Plopping her two seats behind me, I left her there.
“Stay there or I’ll tie you into the seat,” I muttered, taking my seat as my men took theirs.
The flight attendant gave me a playful smile, and I considered inviting her over to put it to use, but Mason had warned me about playing with the staff.
Not that I ever paid attention to him. She wasn’t worth the rise I’d get out of Angie for it.
I’d fucked her on my way to Armina before the shit with Donelli went down and I’d had better.
Besides, Angie had me so pissed off and worked up, I wasn’t sure my body could even function right now.
She walked toward me and bent down, her ample chest tempting me. “Do you need help getting settled in, Mr. Raines?”
Damn, it was tempting. “And how would you propose to help me?” I asked.
She licked her lips and my cock sprung to life, just when I’d doubted it could.
“That would do the trick,” I said, about to yank those plump red lips lower.
“I don’t think so,” Angie said, pushing my treat away from me and sitting in the seat across from me. Her brown eyes were dark with envy. “Get your mouth away from my husband’s cock and your hands off of him.”
I raised a brow, trying to determine if I was angry that she’d stopped my fun or amused at her reaction.
The flight attendant looked between us, and I shrugged. “Sorry, sugar, looks like my bitch is calling the shots today.”
Angie’s brows creased, her mouth pursing, and I could see her gearing up with a verbal lashing.
I squeezed the flight attendant’s ass, saying, “Next time,” before shooing her away.
“I don’t get to play, you don’t get to play,” Angie said.
I leaned forward. “So are you going to satisfy this hard-on? ”
She jerked back, her lips parting, and I momentarily wondered if she was the kind who swallowed before I shook the thought off, becoming slightly nauseous from it.
“No. You’re stuck with it, and I hope you have blue balls the whole trip.” One of the guys chuckled, and I eyed them. “Hitting on that slut right in front of me,” she continued to grumble.
“I wasn’t hitting on her. I was taking her up on her offer and that mouth would have relieved the tension you’ve caused in me.”
“Go to the bathroom and use your hand.”
“Haven’t had to do that in years, little viper. There are too many women willing to satisfy me to worry about my hand.”
Her brow rose, a smirk forming. “It’s gonna be a long few weeks then, Tyson, because your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me and that flight attendant isn’t getting within an inch of you, if I have any say.”
There was something about the possessive way she made that statement that simmered in my belly.
She looked out the window, her blonde hair slipping over her shoulder, and I noted the way certain streaks looked almost white as if her hours in the sun had bleached them.
I’d never taken the time to really look at her, unless it was with disgust. She had a pretty face with a small nose that, when she didn’t have it turned upwards, was cute.
Her lips were naturally plump, the pink of her lipstick still staining them.
She wore too much makeup, and I wondered what she was trying to cover up.
She turned to me, and I looked away quickly, not wanting her to see that I’d been staring and not knowing why I had been. I reminded myself how much I hated her and how annoying she was, the thoughts of her face and hair slipping below the other emotions.
Taking my phone out, I shot Mason a text to let him know just how much he owed me, adding in a warning to get his hands off my sister.
A warning I knew he wouldn’t heed. Angie continued to stare out the window, ignoring me.
Taking the small blessing, I slid down in my seat and closed my eyes, knowing the trip was a long one and with no entertainment, there was nothing better to do.
My eyes blinked open just as the plane began to descend.
With a yawn, I glanced around, making sure my men hadn’t dozed off before peeking over at Angie.
She’d fallen asleep, her head leaning on the window, her mouth open slightly.
She had curled her legs under her, and had her arms folded in her lap.
There was a quiet innocence to her like that, one that juxtaposed the bitch she normally was.
The strap of her tank top had fallen to reveal a bright pink bra, the swell of her breast spilling over it.
I shook my head. Of course, it was pink.
I didn’t think she owned anything that wasn’t pink.