“You’re shit outta luck,” I tell him. “Looking at me like that won’t help. You’re here because of what you’ve been doing to your daughters. There’s no way out of this for you, other than death.”
“But—”
“But fucking nothing!” Lily screams in his face before slamming her blade into his leg so fast he doesn’t have time to prepare, and again, his screams bounce off the walls.
When she pulls it free, his eyes roll backward, nearly passing out again.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Lily hisses before slapping his face hard.
His head whips to the side, but it does the trick, shaking off his daze.
“I’m not fucking finished, arsehole. Don’t be rude.”
The coward whimpers, while I moan, loving this side of her.
“I’m the Crimson Angel, which means you’re not getting out of this alive. You need to die!”
As he pleads for his worthless life once again, Lily presses the tip of her blade to the centre of his chest, right over his heart. And then she plunges it in.
My heart is racing, my whole body fucking wired fromwatching her up close doing what she loves, and the moment she turns to face me with nothing but lust in her eyes, I know for certain that this woman really was put on Earth for me.
“Fucking love you, Lil,” I rasp, my voice husky with need, and those plump lips of hers spread wide.
“I love you too, Ash. So fucking much.”
Fuck… I wonder if we have time for another hump session before we leave for the party?
EPILOGUE 2
LILY
Bursting through the doors, we turn to each other as music plays softly from speakers in the foyer, and I twist my dress into place as Asher rights his tie, shooting me a wink before chuckling.
“You have a little…” He points to my cheek before licking his finger and wiping off the blood.
Grinning back, I lick my finger. “You do, too.”
I wipe off the dots of blood on his neck before fixing the collar of his shirt.
Feeling eyes on us, I turn to see the raised brows of my sons and Barrett.
“Really?” Barrett asks, and when I shrug, he rolls his eyes. “You’re late.”
“You could have gone in without us,” I remind him, but his concerned gaze darts to the doors that enter into the reception centre where Gracie’s party is underway.
“Nope,” Barrett mutters, and when his eyes dart back to me, I see the uncertainty in them.
“Uh, would you mind giving me and Barrett a moment?” I ask Asher and my sons, who nod and move off to the side as I step closer to my cousin.
Barrett looks nervous as hell as he slides his hands into his pockets.
“Come on. Out with it,” I demand, and he sighs, leaning closer to speak.
“What if she hates me?”
Oh, my poor cousin. He can kill men in the blink of an eye, but when it comes to this particular girl, he’s nothing but mush.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
