A Wilde Christmas (Wilde Security Worldwide #0.5)

Chapter 9

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As the door shut behind her, Davey yanked at the vibrant lights entwining his wrists. Beneath his hard grip, the bulbs flickered sporadically—their cheery glow only serving to further incite his fury.

“Rowan!” he roared.

“Told you I’d get you to scream my name,” she said, her voice muffled by the door.

And then she was gone, her footsteps retreating through his apartment.

His too quiet apartment.

No toenails clicked on the wood floors.

No impatient snuffling at the closed bedroom door.

“Luka?”

Silence.

He was alone.

The goddamn woman had sexed him into a coma, tied him up like a Christmas package, and vanished.

With. His. Dog.

Fuck protecting Rowan Bristow. He didn’t care who was after her or who her father was. He was going to kill her as soon as he found her.

He tugged at the lights again, but they didn’t budge. He pulled and yanked and bellowed with frustration. He kicked against the sheets tangled around his feet, and the bedside table rattled. His phone was there under the pile of empty condom wrappers. If he could reach it, he could call...

Who?

911?

No way was he letting this go in a police report.

His dad and uncles were also out. He didn’t want them to see him like this when they just trusted him with the company.

That left...

“Davey?” Elliot’s voice called from the front room.

“Yo, you here?” Dominic added.

His brothers.

Jesus.

His head fell back against the pillows in defeat.

They’d never let him live this down.

He closed his eyes as embarrassment burned through him, then kicked until he was mostly back under the blanket. At least the essential bits were covered.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he answered, all but choking on the embarrassment. “In the bedroom and, uh… could use some help.”

There was a pause. Then he heard their boots thunking across the living room.

“What the hell? You promised to be at Mom and Dad’s for presents this morn—” Elliot froze when he shoved open the door. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “What. The. Fuck?”

Dominic burst out laughing and took out his phone.

Davey clenched his jaw so hard he thought he might crack a molar. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Oh, I absolutely fucking dare.” Dom snapped a picture. “This is prime blackmail material.”

Elliot hurried to unplug the lights and untie his hands. “Jesus. Who did this to you? Where’s Luka?”

“No, no,” Dom said. “You’re not asking the right questions, El. I need to know how long our big brother has had a Christmas kink. And was Jolly Old Saint Nick gentle with you last night?” He cocked his head, and his grin widened. “From the looks of those scratches on your chest, I’d say not.”

Davey rubbed at his abraded wrists. “Fuck you.”

Dominic cackled. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”

Davey grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around himself. “She took my fucking dog.”

“Who?” Elliot asked. He was trying to remain calm and rational, but a smile kept tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t want to tell them. He really didn’t want to tell them. But he saw no other choice. “Rowan.”

“Bristow?” Dom whistled. “Okay, I take back everything I just said. I’m impressed. She’s hot.”

“She’s a psycho.” He grabbed some clothes from his dresser and stalked into the bathroom to change. When he emerged a few minutes later, his brothers hadn’t moved. “I’m going to find her, get my dog back, and drag her to her father’s place.” He pointed at them. “And you two are going to help me.”