If not for Vince camping out at the club to monitor his ‘injured’ nephew, he could have slipped into Lisa’s house.
It had been a brand-new torture without her.
“Is there an end date to this memory loss, or am I to be known as a biker outcast, hm?”
God, he loved that haughty tone in her voice.
She made his heart pound and his dick hurt.
It was the wrong time for it, since he couldn’t stay there much longer without rousing Vince’s suspicions, but she was turning him on. He wanted nothing more than to be tortured by her in bed, making him wait for his pleasure in only the way she could do.
“It’ll all be sorted soon, baby.”
“Can’t we just ask him what he’s doing?”
“I’m going to, but I need him in an environment he can’t escape from or contact anyone. The brothers are doing reconnaissance now. I expect that to be finished soon, too. Then there’s only Vince left to deal with.”
She nodded, and he appreciated that she trusted him enough to let him deal with it.
Splice pressed a kiss to her lips. “Can you wait a little longer, sweetheart?”
“I don’t think there’s much choice, is there? Unless I dump you.”
“Absolutely not.” He growled, and she gave him the first smile he’d seen in days.
His heart shifted in his chest, and Splice wanted to run away with her, just scoop her up and disappear. To live in off-grid bliss with his woman.
“Then enduring is the only choice we have, right?”
He nodded gravely and basked in how she lingered her fingers over his hair.
“Can I ask one thing?”
Splice’s eyebrow angled high. “Go for it.”
“When all the truths are revealed, and you know why he did it, can you give him one good punch from me? He was the catalyst for us losing ten years together. He might be your uncle, and whether you keep him in your life after this, I won’t forgive the jerk for what he’s done.”
He couldn’t help it; Splice laughed lightly and buried his face against Lisa’s neck, inhaling her hard enough to sustain him for the hours ahead.
“Love you, woman. Yes, I’ll punch him for you. And rest assured, he’s dead to me now, so neither of us will see him again.”
Splice promised this.
Vince could have interfered with Splice’s life in several ways, and he probably would have forgiven the old man, but taking Lisa away from him for all this time and trying to do it a second time, in Splice’s eyes, that was unforgivable.
If someone else had messed with him, they’d already be bleeding out.
Lisa’s touch brought Splice’s head out of his murderous thoughts, and he wanted to fall into a kiss with her that would end all kisses. He wanted to do more than kiss; he wanted to have his woman screaming, to know they were a solid entity that no one could break apart.
He’d move the planets to keep her.
Lisa was a once-in-a-lifetime love, and nothing in this universe could rip him away from her. He’d do anything to stop that.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked.
“I should ask you that. It’s your uncle; that’s something neither of us expected.”
“I still have you?”
