Ellison
“Ellison?”
I swallowed, and turned to look at the man who had felt safe and like a friend. But before I could answer him, the deep barely civil voice gritted out, “Rossi.”
Antonio’s eyes flickered over my head and then came to my arm where Brandon’s fingers were still holding me captive. I tried to shrug off his hold but he held tight. “Carter.” Antonio replied back more cordially than Brandon.
The way they greeted each other I had a feeling that they not only knew each other but they also had some kind of disagreement in the past, and now as they looked at each other and then at me it seemed that it was going to escalate further with me between them. I tried to pour cold water on the fire that seemed to simmer in the silence as both the men stared at each other. “It’s okay, An
