Page 107 of Made for Cyn

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Page 107 of Made for Cyn

“I—yes,” I say, clenching my hands in my lap to hopefully contain my trembling.

“Let me get this straight. You disappeared for hours with your phone off?”

“Yes.”

“Where? Where were you?”

“I—just out,” I say, dropping my gaze as tears fill my eyes. I can’t choose, but I have to, and now what?

Because I don’t want Cyn to get hurt, but I don’t want Iris to either, and I don’t know who to believe. I’m so confused.

“Rain, you will tell me where the fuck you were, or you will not like the consequences.”

I glance at him through my lashes, my stomach swooping at his dark expression. “Will you hurt me?”

He recoils from me as Jig growls from the front seat, and I blink rapidly to stem the tide, but a tear slips through, anyway. Cyn gives Jig a warning stare before turning to me with a blank expression. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“When you spoke to me that first time on the beach,” I say, licking my lips. “You threatened to hurt me. Who are you?”

Grabbing my chin, he barks, “Have I ever fucking hurt you?”

Shaking my head, no, I cover my mouth when he pushes me away and turns toward the window. “I don’t fucking hurt women.”

“But you do hurt people?” I ask, knowing I should shut up and let this go, but I need to hear him say it.

“Yes, Rain, I fucking hurt my enemies,” he says coldly, refusing to look at me.

Bastion growls from the front seat, but neither of us looks his way, as slowly, carefully, I say, “Why?”

His mouth screws in a moue of bitter amusement. “Don’t you know why?”

“No, I don’t.”

Sighing, he runs his hands through his hair and turns to me with blazing eyes before an indefinable expression crosses his face. “I work for my cousin. I make sure everything in my territory goes smoothly, report back issues, and keep people in line.”

“Drugs?” I ask, and he slowly nods. “Have you ever killed someone?”

Frowning, he turns his head away, and my stomach sinks until he turns back and barks, “No, beauty, I’ve never killed a man.”

“Oh.” My heart is pounding so hard, I can’t believe it’s still in my chest, and wiping another tear from my eye, I lean into him, craving his touch.

I feel fucking lost when he looks at me this way, and I need the other Cyn back. The one who touched me with fire and claimed me for all to see.

He eyes me with a fierce frown before his expression softens, and he wipes a tear from my cheek. Warmth suffuses my system at his touch, but then he pulls away, and I feel cold once more.

“You need to tell me where you were.”

“I was out with Iris.”

“Why was your phone off? What are you hiding?”

Glancing at my hands, I clench them into fists until the pain overrides the ache in my heart. I can take no more. I have to choose who to trust, and I choose Cyn. And I hope I don’t regret it because it’s my cousin’s life on the line.

“Promise you won’t hurt Iris,” I plead, and he searches my expression before saying gruffly, “I don’t hurt women.”

Nodding, I avert my head, watching the scenery fly by out the window. “We were at a house in the Burg.”

“With Saul?”




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