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“Then you find your way back.”
“I want to believe that, but after everything…how?”
I squeezed her hand. “By remembering who we’re doing this for. We keep our eyes on the prize.”
She curled her fingers around mine, sighing.
“Your dad taught you how to shoot?”
She let out a laugh soaked in sorrow. “Yeah, ’bout the only thing he did before he up and vanished. Showed me how to hold a gun, then decided he’d rather start over with a new family.” Her gaze wandered out the window, tracing the passing scenery. “What about you? Your daddy ever taught you anything?”
“How to not gamble my life away. He was a degenerate, always chasing the next big win. Because of him, we barely scraped by. Made me realize I had to be different.”
“So you started working for the mob.”
I nodded.
“What happened to your daddy?”
I shrugged. “He died years ago. Liver failure.”
“That’s tough.”
Another shrug. “Aside from my mom, none of us gave a shit. His drinking and gambling almost ruined our family. I’m at peace with it. I never think about him.”
I held her hand as I drove home. She stopped talking as soon as we hit the highway, and her silence rattled in my chest. She was still a giant question mark. What was she thinking? Did the trees whipping by remind her of Tennessee?
“You’ve gone quiet on me.”
She smiled. “I’m writing a song about you.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Patience,” she teased, beaming. “It’s in the early stages.”
“Give me a verse, at least.”
She shook her head, smiling. “You’ll wait like everybody else. And don’t think you’re anything special. I’ve written songs about lesser men.”
“Guess I should consider myself lucky that I’m one of your muses.”
“You got that right,” she shot back.
The corner of my mouth ticked up. “Am I the villain in your song?”
“Difficult to say. You’re too complex for simple labels.”
“I want to be the man who walks through fire for you.”
“I don’t need a man for that. I’m the one who strikes the match.”
A devious grin flashed as she took my hand, sliding it up her leg. She lifted my fingers to the apex of her thighs. Guiding my hand under her waistband, her smooth skin glided under my touch. I couldn’t reach her pussy, but I imagined how it felt, how she sighed when my cock filled her, the velvet warmth gripping me. And now I was very hard. My cock wanted out of these jeans.
“Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, tracing the outline of my cock. “Can’t handle a little foreplay?”
Growling, I pulled over. Violet lurched forward as I hit the brakes. I parked and turned off the engine. Cars zoomed past as I shoved my seat back. Lifting my hips, I pushed down my jeans, and then my black briefs. My cock jumped out, fully erect.
