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But that’s a pipe dream. One that none of us can have no matter how badly we might want it.
“If you say so, big guy.” She wiggles her eyebrows, telling me she knows I’m a liar.
My body hits the soft, plush mattress, allowing the tension in my body to ease slightly. I roll onto my side, facing her so I can still get a good look at her. Even though this woman puts me on edge most of the time, she also has this uncanny ability to make me feel comfortable. Like I’m never out of place or searching to belong.
She knows she harbors some sort of demons inside her, which is why I don’t think ours bother her as much as she likes to pretend. She likes the depravity we show, knowing that hers rivals ours. She knows that she could release the simmering danger inside her soul, and we’d encourage it.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Her body scoots down from the headboard as she rolls on her side to face me. The innocence of her face lets me know that she’s no longer in her playful sexual mood. She’s being serious, and fuck me if I don’t like this side of her too. The glossy haze of her eyes and the slight crease in her forehead are enough to depict how she genuinely wants to know what I’m thinking about.
“How you’re kind of a pain in the ass.” Avoidance when it comes to her won’t work. She’s like a leech that sucks more information out of you than you were planning on giving, but every part of me is still fighting to hold back from her.
“Ha. Ha. Seriously, what are those hazel eyes looking so concerned about?” Her hand lifts like she’s going to touch me, but I roll onto my back to avoid the contact. A small scoff escapes her lips, but she doesn’t try again.
“I’m being honest. You are a pain in the ass, but you’re also different.” It’s the honest truth. She’s one of the biggest thorns in my side, but I also want to dissect every part of her mind, soul, and body until there’s nothing left for me to discover.
“Different how?”
“The way you try to portray yourself, and the way you really are deep down inside are opposites.” My eyes roll to the ceiling, unsure of why I’m even entertaining this conversation.
“I’m the same person from any viewpoint.” The protest in her voice isn’t meant for me. It’s meant for her to remind herself that she’s not a monster like us.
“If you say so.”
“So forthcoming.” A dainty finger pokes into my ribcage, making me jump from the contact. “What about you guys? Why is Ace such a control freak? Why does he want to take down Novak so bad that he won’t stop at anything to get him?”
My head rolls to the side, my eyes drinking in her delicate features. “It’s not my place to say why he wants him so bad.” I’d do anything for Ace, but I won’t give up the reason for why he’s the way he is.
He’s always been the type to like control and to be a leader, but he wasn’t always this obsessive. When Allie died, so did a part of Ace. A part that he’ll never get back, but if taking down Novak and anyone who’s on his side will help Ace feel the comfort he needs, then I’ll move mountains to make it happen.
“You can’t even tell me why he wants him so bad?” The lightning that is striking within her irises is stunning, but it also means she’s not going to back down until she’s given what she wants.
“Novak took something from Ace that was important to him.” Not something, but rather someone. I just can’t give that information away.
“What was it?”
“It’s not my place to say.” My voice is stern and abrupt. Hopefully she understands that’s the end of this conversation, but knowing her, it won’t be the last time I hear about it.
“Fine. I’ll ask him. But that just means you’ve got to give me something in return.” The huff of her voice almost makes me laugh from how she thinks she’s the one in charge of this conversation.
“Who said you had negotiating power?”
“I did. If you want me to shut up about Ace and allow you to sleep tonight, you’ll answer my questions. I won’t ask about Ace or Blais, but you’re not off limits.” The grin stretching across her face giving me a full view of her pearly white teeth would be adorable, if I didn’t know that’s the look she gets before she attempts to tear you from limb to limb.
“It’s cute you think that would make me talk. But sure, let’s see what you’ve got.” Little does she know that when I fall asleep, it takes a lot more than an annoying chihuahua to wake me up.
“I’ll show you just how cute my fist can be in your face if you keep this up,” she grumbles under her breath, but quickly changes the topic. “Tell me about your childhood.”
“No.” This game already sucks. I don’t like talking about anything that has to do with me, so if I can avoid it, I will.
“That’s not how this works.” Her arms fold across her chest, pressing her tits up even higher. Her nipples are pebbled, pressing against the thin material of her shirt, practically asking to be sucked into my mouth and teased all night long.
Focus, jackass.
“Had a Mom. My dad died when I was a baby. Moved around a lot.” That’s practically a novel compared to what I’ve told anyone else besides Blais and Ace.
“Real descriptive. Let’s try adding a little more detail next time.” The fucking sass on this woman.
“My mom was a good woman, but she let people walk all over her. She fell in love with the wrong person, and it cost her…her life. I didn’t have much growing up, but all I needed was my mom and she was taken away from me.” The words spew out of my mouth like a waterfall and I can’t seem to stop them. For some reason, it felt easy telling her that, compared to what typically feels like nails on a chalkboard.
