20. Kovu
Blinding rage takes over my body, and I’m no longer in control of my own reactions as I lunge for Kaos. It’s hardly the first time we’ve come to blows, but I can’t remember a time I wanted to tear his head off quite like I do right now.
The vile words he said about my little lamb swirl around my mind until they’re playing on repeat, and I can’t hold back the anger anymore. I land three punches before he gets his hands between us and shoves me roughly across the hallway. My back slams against the wall, and before I know it, he’s on me. It’s not that I forgot Kaos can fight just as hard and dirty as I can, it’s that I don’t fucking care. I crave the pain. I live for it.
There’s shouting and yelling, but I’m focused on one thing and one thing alone. Making him hurt for the things he said about Camilla.
“Kovu! Kaos!” Crew bellows, but he can’t get between us without letting go of Bishop, and the minute he removes his grip from his son, there will be two trained killers on the loose.
“How dare you?” I growl as I throw myself at him again. I’m blinded by the rage beating down on me violently, and although Kaos is my best friend, the person who dragged me out of the deep, dark corners of my own mind, I could tear him limb from limb right now.
“She’s just a girl, brother. There are millions of them out there. Why does this one have your knickers in a twist?” he taunts as he blocks my advance.
The blood thundering through my ears is so loud I don’t hear the door behind me open, and a gasp of shock fills the space, making everyone else still like guilty children who have been caught getting up to mischief. I’m the last to turn to see Camilla standing in the doorway with one of my T-shirts wrapped around her small frame and falling just above her knees. Fuck, she’s sexy as hell in my clothes, and every time I’ve seen her in one of my shirts, it’s taken all I am not to tear it from her and drown myself in her sweetness.
“What the fuck?” she snaps, her eyes flaring with anger. “What the hell are you assholes doing? And why is Kaos bleeding?”
We all remain silent for long seconds, waiting for someone else to answer, but it’s Crew who finally breaks the silence. “It seems the boys have some differences in opinion regarding your stay with us.”
She lets out an annoyed sigh. “I told you to hand me over, but none of you listened.”
“If it were up to me, Princess, you’d already be with your new husband,” Kaos says, and I immediately turn back to jab him in the ribs, knocking the air from his lungs.
Something crosses her gaze, much like hurt, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “Okay, let’s go then.” She steps toward us. She’s still unsteady on her feet, not that you would know by the way she closes the distance with her head held high. There aren’t many Mafia princesses willing to hand themselves over to a dangerous man, and that only makes my cock twitch in my jeans.
To my surprise, there’s hesitation in Kaos’s eyes, and I can’t help but smirk. He wants us to think he’s unaffected by Camilla, but that’s not the case at all. Of course, I already knew that. Why would he come sit in her room each day if he wasn’t drawn to her the way the rest of us are? But this is the confirmation I needed. “I’m not on your time, Princess. You’ll have to wait until I’m ready.”
Bishop chuckles from where he’s kneeling on the ground a few feet away, with Crew’s hands holding his arms behind his back. He sees it too, and he’s not going to let his cousin get away that easily. “Yeah right. Mr. I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-anyone has been awfully concerned about our houseguest but doesn’t want to admit it.”
Kaos’s eyes turn wild, and he storms toward Bishop and Crew. He looks murderous as he allows the anger to take over, but stops dead in his tracks when Camilla steps into his path, her body the only thing standing between the two of them.
“Camilla!” Bishop snaps. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to diffuse this idiotic situation. Lord, you’re not always like this, are you? You’re like a bunch of children fighting over a toy.” She pauses as something occurs to her, and then her head whips around to each of us. “Wait a minute, I’m not the toy, am I? Please tell me I’m not the reason you’re fighting like this.” The last few words come out in a horrified whisper. Interesting. My little lamb doesn’t like the idea of us fighting over her. But doesn’t she realize I’d go to the end of the fucking earth if it meant I could keep her here with us. Where she belongs.