We have been waiting at the meeting place for over an hour. The later Andrei becomes, the more anxious I am. Also, I don’t really care for this place after going into heat here last time.
“Where is he?” I snap, pacing the hallway for the hundredth time.
“Kat, he will show. I spoke to him this morning,” Ezra tries to reassure me from where he is sitting at the table.
I stop pacing, facing Ezra and mutter under my breath. “And he said he would be here an hour ago, Ezra,” I argue.
Mateo pulls a chair out beside him. “Just sit down. You are making me dizzy with all your pacing. He will get here when he gets here,” Mateo tries to calm me.
What if he killed him? Or what if they had an accident? God only knows because he hasn’t messaged or sent word of anything to us. Pacing over to the table, I snatch up Ezra’s phone, going through his contacts when it is yanked from my hands.
I reach for it, but Ezra pulls it away. “What are you doing?” Ezra demands with a sigh.
“Ringing him,” I stress, plucking the phone from his fingers, only for it to be snatched from me again.
“I already spoke to him. Sit down,” Ezra orders, pointing to the chair.
I roll my eyes at him and resume my pacing. This is ridiculous, he’s the one that wanted us to meet him here, and he couldn’t even show up on time!
“Kat, sit down, or I will take you home and leave your father with Andrei,” Ezra warns me, and I pause, looking at him.
“I am not going anywhere until I get my father back,” I reply coldly. Mateo sighs, making my eyes dart to him. “What?” I snarl.
Mateo runs his fingers through his hair. “You are being a bitch,” Mateo scolds.
“I am not! He set the time and the place and can’t even be bothered to show up on time? Don’t call me a bitch when he is now over an hour late!” I growl at both of them.
Ezra exhales loudly. “Sit down,” Ezra orders.
Yet the more they speak, the angrier I get. I can’t understand my abrupt fury towards them, it seems extreme even for me, yet I can’t help the anger spewing out of me like word vomit. “You fucking sit down or leave, and I will deal with Andrei myself,” I tell him, and he growls at me.
“You are really getting on my nerves, Kat. Sit down, or I will fucking make you. You have been a fucking brat for the last few days, and I am sick and tired of your fucking tantrums when things don’t go your way, so sit the fuck down!” Ezra yells at me.
My entire body is hot, my blood is boiling, sizzling even, making me angrier, and the rage inside me grows as it has the last few days threatening to bubble over at any minute. I can’t explain it or control it. “Go fuck yourself. I am sick and tired of you ordering me around like some fucking lapdog, Ezra.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I realize I have gone too far when he stands up.
His eyes flicker, Maddox comes to the surface, and I blink before finding him in front of me. Ezra is fighting for control, and he reigns him in, but I find a pissed-off Ezra more concerning because he is usually calm. Still, I soon realize I have pushed him over the edge when he grabs me and shoves me into the chair, his fist coming down on the table next to me, making me jump before I glare at him. “Say it again, Kat, I am fucking warning you. Shut your goddamn mouth.”
The words leave my lips before I can once again control my vengeful tongue. “Go fuck yourself,” I spit at him when he throws me on top of the table.
My back slams into it so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs. His entire body trembles as he leans over me. Mateo jumps to his feet, eyes darting from one to the other of us, his loyalty torn.
I start laughing. “You won’t hurt me,” I taunt.
“Don’t tempt me. If you were anyone else, you would be dead by now,” he says, so calmly it sends chills down my spine.
“And there is my Gemini,” Andrei’s deep voice greets.
Ezra lets me go, and I sit up, spotting Andrei standing in the hallway, not having heard him pull in. Instead, he has a smug smile on his lips, like he just walked in on the most entertaining thing he has ever witnessed.
“How did I know showing up late would tick her off?” He chuckles, and I lunge at him.
Ezra’s arm wraps around my waist before he tosses me into the chair. “Sit down, move once more, Kat, and so help me God, I’ll fucking beat your ass,” Ezra threatens me while I glare at Andrei.
“I might actually be scared by the look she is giving me if she weren’t so small,” Andrei taunts, and I get up again, only this time for Mateo to grab me. I want to hurt him, to smack the living daylights out of him.
“Stop taunting her, Andrei,” Ezra warns while I struggle against Mateo’s vice-like grip.
“If you can’t control your mate, Ezra, feel free to hand her over. I will gladly take her off your hands,” Andrei offers.
“I can handle her just fine, Andrei. Now where is Derrick?”
“Close, but I am not handing him over till I get reassurance first,” Andrei tuts, taking his jacket off and lounging in a chair across the other side of the table. Mateo sits down, pulling me with him. Andrei smiles at me, his eyes not leaving mine. He cocks his head to the side, watching me before his eyes flicker, his wolf coming forward for a second. “So, how have things been at home?” He questions, looking at Ezra and then Mateo.
“We aren’t here for small talk, Andrei. What do you want?” Ezra huffs, clearly not willing to go with Andrei’s flow.
“Well, that is where you are wrong, Ezra. I came to chat and check on Kat,” he says with a smile.
I growl under my breath at this maniac’s power trip and push off Mateo’s knees, only for him to yank me down again. “Sit still, stop. What has gotten into you?” Mateo whispers.
“Quite the temper she has there. Must be fun living with her,” Andrei muses with a chuckle. It only serves to fuel my simmering rage.
“Andrei, stop. Just tell me what you want, please, so I can get my mate home,” Ezra demands, sitting in the chair next to Mateo and me.