Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Chapter 160.

"Why won’t you fucking talk to me?"

Zane’s voice isn’t loud, If anything, that makes it worse.

The training room is suddenly very quiet except for the sound of both of us breathing. The air smells faintly of sweat and rubber mats and the metallic tang of the weights stacked along the wall.

I stare at him and for a second, I don’t even know where to start.

"You’re joking, right?" I say finally.

He doesn’t move.

"Does it look like I’m joking?"

My chest rises and falls as I try to steady my breathing. My hands are still half curled from the fight, muscles tight with leftover adrenaline.

"You want to know why I’m not talking to you?"

"Yes."

Something inside me snaps

"Because you don’t fuckin listen," I shoot back

Zane’s jaw tightens.

"Oh I listen."

"No, you don’t." I shake my head. "You bark orders, you insult me and you punish me like I’m some kind of disobedient pet, and then when I get angry suddenly you want a calm little conversation like nothing happened."

His eyes flash.

"That’s not what I....."

"And don’t even start pretending that tying me up and using sex as a punishment was normal behavior," I cut in.

The words hang there between us heavily, Zane’s nostrils flare slightly.

"That wasn’t...."

"It was fucking humiliating," I say, quieter now but sharper. "And you never even apologized."

He runs a hand through his hair roughly.

"I bought you the piano."

I laugh and it’s not a nice sound.

"Oh wow. A freakin piano, you think that fixes everything?"

"That wasn’t what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" I challenge.

For a moment he doesn’t answer. Hus chest rises slowly as he exhales through his nose, like he’s trying to rein himself in.

Then he says something I’m not expecting.

"I hate being ignored."

The words sound softer than the rest of the conversation.

I blink.

"What?"

His eyes meet mine and There’s still anger there, but something else too.

"Do you know the last time someone ignored me like this?"

I cross my arms, still defensive.

"No."

"My dead friend."

That catches me off guard.

Zane doesn’t look away as he continues.

"The night she died."

The room feels suddenly smaller. His voice isn’t loud.

"She stopped answering my calls," he says.

I swallow.

"I kept calling. Again and again."

He lets out a quiet breath.

"I thought she was just angry with me."

The muscles in his jaw flex.

"So I stopped calling."

Silence stretches between us.

"And the next time I heard about her..." he says quietly, "...she was already dead."

Something twists painfully in my chest as Zane looks away for a moment like he hates the fact that he even said that out loud.

"That’s why," he mutters. "I hate being ignored."

I don’t know what to say to that.,.... A part of me wants to soften.

But another part.....the part that’s still angry and hurt....:refuses to give in that easily.

"You being traumatized doesn’t mean you get to treat me like shit," I say finally.

His gaze snaps back to me.

"I didn’t say it did."

"Well that’s what you’re doing."

Zane takes a step closer.

"Then talk to me."

I shake my head immediately.

"No."

"Elaine..."

The training room door suddenly opens and Aaron steps in. He stops halfway inside when he notices the tension between us. His eyes move between my flushed face and Zane’s rigid posture

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