Page 45 of Killer Notes
“Or my dick.” He smirks.
I open my mouth to agree, but the slamming of a car door has us freezing on the spot. Tobias quickly releases me and puts his finger to my lips. I clamp my mouth closed and nod, knowing what he’s asking for.
Tobias points to the bedroom and I do as he quietly orders. I rush to his bedroom, grab the rest of my clothes, and open the closet to where the small hide out room is located on the back wall. As fast and silently as I can, I dress and then cram my body inside without any difficulty. I may be five nine, but I’m slim enough to fit inside and manage to slide the door closed.
I’m not sure how long I’m in the dark, cramped space, but I finally make out Tobias’s angry voice. With each passing second, his tone gets louder and angrier. Then another male voice chimes in, also livid—but nowhere near as angry as my gruff bodyguard.
Feeling unexpectedly claustrophobic, I slide the door open and climb out, taking a huge breath of air. Once my heartbeat slows to a steady rhythm, I head to where all the shouting is coming from.
As I peek around the corner to the living room, I find not only Tobias, but two men I have never seen before. A slender brunette, who reminds me of a runway model except with a resting bitch face, is standing quietly next to a beefy blond guy, whose snarl would probably rivals Genghis Khan’s.
The blond sees me and fumes, “What the fuck? Who’s this, Tobias? You said you were alone!”
“That is none of your fucking business, Carl. Give me the keys, the papers and get the hell off my property,” Tobias shouts, his hand out for said keys.
“It’s not my fault the lawyer sent me the keys and the paperwork on this house. How should I have known you were going to be here?” Carl confesses, but his blue eyes are honed in on me. “And I still want to know who this guy you’re fucking around with is!”
I’m about to tell Carl it’s none of his business, but Tobias reaches for my hand and hauls me right to his side, his arm wrapping around me tightly. “This is my boyfriend, Danny. Danny, this my ex, Carl, who shouldn’t be here.”
I swivel my head up and look at Tobias. “I am?”
He glances down at me with a soft smile. “You are.”
Warmth explodes in my chest. I might not know Tobias well, but what I’ve learned is that I like the way my bodyguard thinks. “Yes, I’m his boyfriend,” I say, turning to Carl.
Carl’s mouth drops open, his eyes narrow with disdain. “That’s not possible.”
Jesus, jealousy is pouring off the man. The way Carl’s gawking at Tobias’s bare chest, I’d say the asshole wants him back.
“Why not?” Tobias shoots him an ugly glare. “It’s been two years. What? You think I’d still be pining for you? Think again.”
“It wasn’t that long ago.” The haughtiness of this man sets my teeth on edge. But I keep a tight restraint on my opinion. And what a fucking douche. What about the guy next to him? The model now looks stricken. Why is Carl acting like he and Tobias are still together?
“Stop acting like you have any rights to me, Carl. You cheated on me. We broke up. The end,” Tobias grates out with so much disdain I’d swear there’re icicles hanging off of Carl’s nose. “What were you thinking by coming here? That it’s okay to use my Pops’ place with your fuckboy? Well, it’s not.” Tobias’s words are like honed knives and they hit the mark when the boytoy’s face goes pale.
The room grows uncomfortably quiet as Tobias and Carl glare at each other. The animosity swirling in the space is choking me. I don’t want to be here, let alone be sneered at by Carl.
“I’m going to go back to the room,” I say, trying to pull out of Tobias’s hold.
“Yeah, why don’t you go.” Carl steps up. “You don’t need to be—”
Holy shit, the speed with which Tobias is able to get between me and his ex is fast.
“You don’t get to touch him, ever.” Tobias points a finger in Carl’s face. “Nor talk to him. Ever. Got me, Carl? You and your boy are the ones that don’t belong here. Drop my shit, and get the fuck out of my place and off my property. Or I’ll call the sheriff, who happens to be a friend of mine. Jacob will have no problem throwing your asses in jail.”
Tobias doesn’t need to say any more. With Carl’s jaw clenched and the boytoy yanking on his arm, the asshole drops an envelope and a key right where Tobias is standing and then grabs the two duffels and hauls ass out of the house.
Within two beats, Tobias strides out after them, with me right on his heels. We watch a Volvo XC90 spit up dirt as the couple takes off like the devil’s chasing them. I turn to Tobias, who’s still far from happy and ask, “Want to talk about it?”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Tobias
As I watch the dust settle from Carl’s quick departure, my mind can’t wrap around the fact that he would try to pull one over on me. That shit stain thought he could fuck in my Pops’ place with his loser boyfriend. I don’t think so.
“Tobias?” Danny’s gentle prodding pulls me out of the red haze swirling in my brain.
I turn to the singer, who’s standing so close that I pull him in for a hug. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that or put you in an awkward position.”