As long as I go to my grave with that woman at my side, nothing else matters.
I pull my phone and fire off a quick text.
ME
Fucking love you.
A few minutes later, the screen lights up. I can’t help but let out a low laugh.
SHADOW
Of course you do. Everyone should. But they're not as smart as you so I'll forgive them. Maybe. Probably not because they totally should love me. I'm a baddie.
Fucking love you too.
Also stay safe. I'd hate to have to follow you into the ground just to kick your ass. Then I'd come back and probably marry your best friend out of spite. Maybe more than one of them. So. Better be safe.
With her, life is never boring.
ME
One day I'm gonna wife you up. Bet.
SHADOW
Marigold has left the chat
Kidding. Maybe. Okay fine. But only if the mask comes with you.
ME
Deal.
SHADOW
And you have to promise to chase me once a week.
ME
Obsessed, little shadow.
SHADOW
With you. Obvs.
ME
Mutual. Gotta go. Be good. Fucking love you.
SHADOW
knife emojicat emojikiss emojiFucking love you.
Joker leads the charge, engines roaring through the lot. We roll out in a tight, staggered pack. Malice and Pope behind Joker, Savior and me in the middle, Pretty Boy on tail. Once we hit the highway, the groups split, peeling off toward their sectors with practiced precision.
As we glide over the shimmering asphalt, my thoughts circle back to her and the ghost she’s been dodging for six years. Can you even track down a man who doesn’t exist? Would Damon really risk coming here, knowing these streets belong to the Saint’s Outlaws? He’s got no power here, not like in Greece. Here, he’s just another masked face. If he’s been dead on paper,he’s got even less to work with. But men like that don't think in terms of smart or stupid. They think in terms of possession.And a man who thinks he owns something doesn't stop because the terrain gets difficult.
Cypher keeps digging, slicing through digital brush with a surgeon’s touch. He’s careful not to set off any alarms tied to their names, but that kind of stealth takes time.
