Shadowed (Team Zero #4) by Rina Kent

Destroy her.

Claim her.

Just thinking about the moment she’ll be completely mine makes my dick strain against my jeans.

I adjust the bulge, not wanting to appear like a fucking schoolboy. I lost count of the times I jerked off to her memory from that night.

This can’t go on.

I stand, bent on breaking her room’s door if I have to. If Scar gets in the way, I’ll throw her out of the window. That psycho doll should know better than to fuck with me.

My movements stop.

I feel her before seeing her. A sixth sense or Omega or whatever the fuck it is, I just do.

Zoe appears from around the corner with Scar. She’s wearing a tight, little blue dress that shows the slightest hint of her pale tits and hugs her delicate curves.

My eyes rake over her from the bottom up. Those sublime legs that wrapped around me when she wrestled me down. Those hips I held onto when I ate her up. Her sweet taste still lingers on my tongue.

The brightest green eyes inspect her surroundings, but she’s not looking at me. She hasn’t looked at me since that day — not that she can see me from this angle. She used to drive me fucking mad with her defiance and constant glares, but now, she’s avoiding me.

I might have pushed her too far. Too bad I don’t fucking care. She’s pushing me, too, and I hold bloody grudges.

Scar finally lets her go and Zoe swiftly disappears behind the bar. I empty my glass, slam it on the counter and stalk towards her. A bartender bows his head in respect. I nod back and motion for him to take the other side. He obeys without a word.

Zoe is perched under the bar. At this angle, I have a clear view of that tight little arse in the dress that begs for my hands on it.

She searches for something while holding a phone to her ear. Since it’s the beginning of the night, the music is tame, so I can hear what she says loud and clear.

“The noise? Ah, yeah, I’m out with friends.”

I stand right behind her, cross my arms and ankles and lean against the wall. She’s lying. But to whom? That boyfriend of hers?

Red covers my vision at the thought of someone else having her, touching her, tasting her.

I’m tempted to place a joker card on that boyfriend. Scratch that. No Zero will take my fun. Killing him will be mine and mine alone.

Did she also tell him that she came all over my mouth? I might have to find him and tell him that myself — before I crush his skull.

“I miss you soooo much, Rage Ball.” Zoe does a kissing sound and hangs up.

“Who’s Rage Ball?” I ask. She even has a nickname for the bastard?

Zoe jerks back and bumps her head against the counter above. She falls to her arse, groans, and cuts me a glare over her shoulder. Her nose crinkles when she does that, and it looks adorable.

I can’t help but grin even though her phone call put me in a murderous mood.

She rubs on the spot where she was hit and winces. “This is stalkerish, you know.”

“Do I look like I care?”

She stands and points a finger at my chest. “I guess I was naïve enough to believe that maybe something might grow here.”

My grin widens, but I jerk her hand free. I hate how she keeps throwing those words around like I’m not worth her time or energy.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“That’s because I don’t want to.”

“Hmmm.” I trace her cheek with my index finger. She visibly softens, and I take sick pleasure in how much I can make her loathe and want me.

“I’ll find out myself.” I squeeze her jaw between my thumb and forefinger. “It won’t be pretty.”

Panic resides in the depth of her green gates. It’s too similar to that day when I forced her to her knees.

When I retrieve my hand, she takes it back in her softer ones, a plea covering her features. “Don’t. Please.”

My jaw hardens. She cares about the bastard enough to beg me. It’s not doing him any favours because my murderous thoughts spiral out of control. If anything, I’m going to torture him before granting him the mercy of death.

Zoe already feels like mine, and I’ll be damned if I let some arsehole take her away from me.

“She has nothing to do with all this.” Her voice trembles at the end.

I pause my assassination plots, feeling foolish. A feeling I didn’t have in… forever. “Who is she?”

“My friend.” She peeks up at me from beneath her lashes. “You’ll leave her alone, right?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

I approach her until I’m breathing her sweet, head-turning scent. Citrus. I never thought that shit could smell this good. “Tell me why you have the mini panic attacks.”

All fear purges out of her face and that familiar defiance takes place. “Tell me what happened to you between leaving Nonna and now.”

“Zoe,” I warn.

“You don’t get to know everything about me while I know nothing about you. That’s not how this works.”

“This?”

She throws a hand in the air. “Whatever this is.”

“You seem to be under a misconception.” I clutch her bare arm and yank her forward until her full tits crush against my chest. “There’s no this. I take what I want and that’s it.” I grin. “Got it, beautiful?”