Page 133 of Made for Cyn
“You wanted information. Well, I have it. You gonna let pussy get in the way?” Cyn taunts.
Frowning, Jagger drops my arm, and I step back, rubbing away the faint sting even though it’s no match for the blood rushing to my head.
“You’re on thin ice with me,” Jagger says, his lips pulled back in a snarl.
With a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, Cyn looks at his watch. “You wanted information on who’s the snitch? Well, we found it.”
Cyn’s eyes flicker to me, dropping to my chest where I’m wearing his shirt, and they darken before he looks away. “Go find your bitch, Iris. She’s the one handing off info to Razor. Hopefully, you weren’t stupid enough to tell her anything important.”
Curling my fist at my side, I resist the urge to intervene, but defending Iris is useless because she’s been playing all of them, including me. I just hope she lives through it, and me too, since I’m apparently her fucking accomplice.
Jagger swings toward me and grabs my arm once more. Clenching my jaw to keep from crying out, I raise my chin and stare at him defiantly.
“What’s your fucking cousin been up to?”
“I don’t know,” I say, avoiding Cyn’s no doubt disbelieving stare.
Even after all of this, I hoped that Cyn kept pursuing me for me, but with his words to Jagger, that last little kernel of hope is gone. In its wake is a wave of anger that rages through me wildly. He used me to get to her, and here he stands, judging me for doing the same to save my fucking life.
“Whatever,” Jagger snaps, running his disgusting gaze down my body. Withholding a shiver, I look away into Cyn’s moody stare and raise a brow, pulling my lips back in a sneer.
His eyes widen before growing dark, and I pulse in delicate places when he looks at me with his nostrils flared, but just as quickly, it’s gone, and he turns back to Jagger.
“You have what you wanted,” Cyn says, turning to go.
“Not so fast. I want to know what the bitch said,” Jagger says, pulling me closer.
Pressing my hand against his chest, I turn my head away when he leans in and sniffs my hair. “And you’re going to get it for me.”
“Wh-what?” I ask, looking at him with my jaw at my knees. Why does this sound fucking familiar?
He licks my cheek and I bite my tongue, the sting reminding me to keep my shit together. This asshat could kill me, and I suspect he wouldn’t lose sleep over it.
Still, my skin crawls and I jerk away as Cyn shifts by the door. With a wicked smile, Jagger turns to him. “You’re in charge. Get the information from Iris, and don’t let this one out of your sight. I think I might like a taste when all is said and done.”
With that, Jagger stalks back into the building while I stand looking after him in a daze. Cyn’s eyes drill into my skull, and I can feel the icy tension emanating from him from where I stand.
“Great,” Cyn says with a heavy sigh.
“This is your fucking fault,” I hiss, turning to him.
“Whatever. You and your fucking cousin did this. And now I have to babysit you.”
“Fuck off. I’ll never fucking be near you again,” I mutter, going to walk around him.
“Uh-uh, baby,” he says, grabbing my arm, “You heard him. Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of time together.”
Pulling away, I laugh harshly. “No way. I don’t think so.”
“I don’t fucking care. You don’t say no to the boss. Now get your ass in there, we’re leaving.”
“That was your boss?” But…that dude was with Saul?
He rolls his eyes, “Yes, now go.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare at him mutinously until he leans into my face, his eyes lit up with icy fire. “I will enjoy spanking your ass if you don’t move it in the next five seconds.”
“This isn’t going to work anyway,” I insist, my heart thumping in my chest at both his proximity and the promise. Yeah, I’m fucked up, all right. “Iris is going to be suspicious. She already knew about the last time.”