I swallow. “That’s the last time you heard from?”
“Yeah, something had climbed up his ass or something, he was real short when he came by last night. He just said he was going out and that he’d see me today, but I haven’t heard from him.” There’s another pause. “Did he steal your car? I saw him in it last night but didn’t think much of it.”
He did steal my car, but I didn’t care about that at the moment. I’d just borrowed one of the spares from the garage this morning since my key to his car was on my keyring, which he stole as well, despite the fact that he has his own key to my car too. He’s the one who bought it for me.
“I’m sure he’ll return it, and he probably won’t wreck it. Maybe.”
“Lucia, I don’t give a fuck about the car.”
She sucks in a dramatic breath. “Damn, I don’t think you’ve ever sworn at me. This isn’t about whatever little spat you two are having is it?” Worry lines her tone, all amusement gone. “What’s going on Enzo?”
“There was a shootout… still is a shootout going on? I don’t fucking know if its over or not. I got Winter out and we’re headed back to the compound but I can’t get a hold of Maximo.”
Again, a chill runs through my body. If something has happened to Maximo, I won’t be able to take it, especially since he was pissed with me about I don’t even know what the last time I saw him last night.
About 18 hours earlier…
My bedroom door flies open and I sit up abruptly in bed. My fingers have already locked around the gun sitting on my nightstand and I raise it, aiming right for the door.
Until I find Maximo standing in the frame.
I lower the gun, placing it back on the nightstand. I frown as I take him in. His long hair is flying wildly about the way it does when he’s run his hands through it too many times. His fists are clenched as if he’s looking for a fight and his eyes have gone completely dark.
To say he’s in a mood would be an understatement.
He’s been weird for the last week, glaring at me, and storming off at impromptu times, especially if Winter is around. His moods have never been exactly stable but this week has been different.
“Why are you in here?” he snaps, kicking the door shut behind him.
“What?” I ask, tossing the covers off of me. I hadn’t managed to go to sleep but I was hoping I’d finally manage to within the next hour. It doesn’t look like that’ll be happening now.
My feet have just hit the ground when Maximo is suddenly barreling into me. I brace myself as my back slams into the mattress, my head bouncing with the impact. When his body presses against me, everything about him is hard, except for his dick and that lets me know something is definitely wrong.
I just don’t know what.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed. I could overpower him easily, but I don’t want to hurt him or set him off even further. So I wait… whatever his problem is, he’ll make it apparent soon before fucking me as a punishment. He probably won’t let me come and he’ll make sure it hurts, but once it’s over everything will be fine.
“I said, why are you in here?” Flecks of spit land on my face as he continues to lean over me.
“In my room?” I ask, keeping my tone even.
His grip tightens on my wrists and I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises.
“You don’t sleep in here,” he snaps.
It takes me way too long to connect the dots and when I do, I frown harder. “I thought you weren’t going to be in tonight,” I tell him. “When I went to your room you weren’t in there and you weren’t in your office either.”
I spend most nights in Maximo’s bed, my own room is nearly pointless, besides for nights like this. When he’s out doing God knows what and I don’t ask questions. I don’t know whether he’s out killing or even fucking someone else. And I never complain, I just crawl back in his bed the next night, and that’s that. If he returns in the middle of the night, he usually joins me in my bed.
He never comes in and throws a hissy fit.
Which means that this is about something else.
“Maximo-”
His hand leaves my right wrist long enough to slap my cheek hard enough that I see stars. “Don’t you fucking think that you can replace me,” he growls. When my vision clears and focus returns on him, he looks just like a mad man and I still have no fucking idea what he’s going on about.
“What-”