“What do you mean she’s with you? Are you fuckin’ her Isaac?” she demands.
“No, Emilia, baby, I wouldn’t do that to you. She’s nothing like you.” I hate myself for the words coming out of my mouth. And for the tears welling in my woman’s eyes. “Now, where are you? I can’t wait to see you and hold you,” I mutter, wishing I could take them back.
“I’m at the hotel in town. Why don’t you come here instead?” she suggests.
“Because Linc is down for a nap, baby. I don’t wanna wake him up. Besides, this is my house,” I state.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon, give me the address,” she murmurs, her voice changing to a much huskier one.
I rattle off the address and tell her I’ll see her soon and hang up. Tossing the phone on the coffee table, I reach to the other side of the sectional where Amaya sat and pull her to me. She doesn’t fight me as I situate her into straddling my lap. My brothers leave the room giving us some privacy. Thank fuck for that.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Amaya,” I murmur, lifting a hand to brush the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t mean one fuckin’ word I said to her.”
“Is that what you meant earlier when you said I needed to trust you?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, Sweetness, that and for what’s gonna happen when she gets here. I hate to say this but if it doesn’t go as we’ve planned, I’m gonna have to act it out in order to get her into position,” I say, wanting her to be aware.
“Okay,” Amaya murmurs, shocking the shit out of me. “You do what you have to. I promise I trust you but I’ll be honest, it hurts hearing you talk to her like that.”
“I know it does and believe me when I say I want nothing more than to wash my own fuckin’ mouth out with soap,” I grumble. I’m rewarded with a slight smile at these words.
I slide my fingers into her hair and pull her mouth to mine for a kiss, one where I show her with my mouth that I’m not fuckin’ around. She’s mine and I won’t allow anyone to take what we have away. If that means playing mind games to get Emilia where I need her then so fuckin’ be it.
This shit ends and it ends now.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Amaya
Isaac’s mouth on mine helps ease some of the hurt but hearing the tone he used with her still makes me want to vomit.
I knew something was going to be happening. The guys have all been on alert and I didn’t know why. Now that I do, I want it over with. I don’t want to face this woman any more than I have to.
Time passes by as Isaac continues to kiss me. Only when someone clears their throat does he break his lips from mine.
“Sorry to interrupt, brother, but a car just pulled up in front of the house,” Burner mutters.
Nodding, Isaac pats my leg. “Showtime, Sweetness. Just remember, I don’t mean the shit that I say to her. It’s just a ploy to get her where we need her.”
“Okay, Isaac,” I mutter and pull my bottom lip in between my teeth.
“Fuck, don’t do that, I can’t be getting a fuckin’ hard-on with her coming in the house. She’ll think it’s for her, when it’s you causing it,” Isaac grumbles.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a giggle. How he can have me giggling right now is baffling.
Isaac groans and steps back from me readjusting himself in his jeans.
A knock comes on the door and he points to the chair in the corner. I nod and walk over to the seat and sit down like he’s wanting me to. K-9 comes up and quickly zip ties my arms behind my back.
Panic starts to set in and my chest tightens.
“Easy, Amaya. It’s okay. Just gotta make it look real,” K-9 murmurs calmly.
At his words I take a deep breath and nod my head.
“You’re gonna have to act terrified to make this work,” he says, and again I nod. There’s no acting here. I am terrified.
Isaac gives me one last look before heading to open the front door.
“Isaac,” Emilia squeals and I cringe at the sound. I can only imagine her throwing herself at Isaac demanding he kiss her.
Oh God. I don’t think I could bear the thought of her kissing him. Not after him and I . . .
Please for once in my life let something go right.
“Where is she? Where is that bitch? I’m gonna kill her,” Emilia snaps.
“Easy, baby, she’s in the living room,” Isaac states calmly.
I hear Emilia huff and then I see her staring daggers at me as she steps into the room. “You thought you could take my son from me and my man,” she sneers and starts for me but Isaac stops her.
“Don’t need blood on my carpet, Emilia,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around her.
Emilia whirls around on him, plants her hands on his chest, and then brings them up to curl around Isaac’s neck. “You might not need it but I do. She’s a thorn in my side always trying to take what’s mine. Tell her Isaac, tell her you’re mine.”
Isaac leans his head further into her until his nose is against hers and their mouths are a breath apart. I close my eyes not wanting to see him kiss her.
“But I’m not yours, Emilia, was never yours. I’ve always been Amaya’s,” Isaac announces, shocking me with his harsh tone. I open my eyes to see him push her away from him and straight into the arms of K-9 and Red who secure her arms behind her back. Hades comes forward with a needle in hand. He lifts it up and pushes it into the skin of her neck.
“Say goodnight,” Hades mutters as he steps back.
