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“As much as I would love to take you for another ride, I’m tired and really fucking sore. Can we just talk?” There’s hesitation in her voice like she’s worried I’ll be mad.
I might be a murderer, but I’m not a rapist. I’m better than those bastards, and I would never make my girl do anything she doesn’t genuinely want to do.
Yeah, I know how that sounds.
I hate that she might think something like that about me. But I will show her that she can trust me to be a gentleman with her body when she wants me to be.
Blais Monroe—murderer, obsessed with blood, yet a gentleman when it comes to his lady’s body.
Yeah, I like the sound of that.
“Of course, darling.” A genuine smile splits my face before I shut off the lights and crawl in bed beside her. If my girl wants to talk, I’ll never say no to that. We’ve got all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, turning to her as she snuggles the pillow under her head.
“We have a problem, Blais.” The serious edge to her voice catches my attention, making my heart pound out of my chest with unease. She just promised she was ours, but the way she’s looking at me right now makes me want to chain her back up and keep her here forever, so she can’t run.
“What do you mean?”
She looks up at the ceiling, sighing, trying to figure out her thoughts. “Well, my chief and partner will eventually figure out I’m missing. What do you think happens then? They’ll have everyone in the state looking for me.”
This has always been a thought, but we didn’t worry about it much since our plan really was to kill her. Once they came looking, she’d be long gone, without a trace. But now since we’re keeping her for ourselves, we have to come up with a plan.
“How long until they put the pieces together?”How long until we’re screwed.
“Maybe a month? I wasn’t supposed to have any contact with them until I found something or my three months were up. We didn’t want anything easily tying me to the FBI. It wasn’t a popular opinion for me to virtually have no contact, but it was the only way to find the answers I needed with limited interference. I had to be deep undercover to make sure nothing went wrong.”
Shit, a month. We’re all gonna have to put our heads together to pull a plan together. There is a simple answer to this: let her go. Trust her enough to let her leave freely and go back to her job. Trust that she wouldn’t rat us out the second she stepped foot outside.
Guilt courses through me thinking about being unable to ever trust her like that, but it’s the smart move not to. Ace would never let her leave us for good. At least until we’ve tortured the hell out of Allie’s real killer. The whole point of even becoming the Saints was to find him.
Ace wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that, and I don’t want him to, either.
“That’s not ideal, but it buys us time.”
“What if I wanted to go back?” Her blue eyes swim in sadness. She has a million thoughts going through her head at once, without a way to stop them.
“Do you, darling?” I twirl a piece of her damp hair around my finger, waiting for her answer.
“I-I honestly don’t know. Part of me wants to, because that’s all I know and they’re my only family I have. But I also feel like a fraud. If I go back, I’m representing myself as this clean-cut server of justice, when inside, I’m a dark, twisted, murderer that gets off on the kill. The two don’t work together, they just don’t.”
“Damn, baby. I didn’t know we were getting all philosophical at this time of night,” I joke to cover up the hurt from her not thinking about us as her family too. Well, she is, even if it hasn’t been long that she’s been a part of our world. “First off, you’re our family now. We might like to choke you, cut you, and fuck you into oblivion, but we won’t let anyone else lay a fucking finger on you, darling. No one besides us will ever hurt you again.” A protective growl escapes me.
Doesn’t that mean you should trust your family even if it’s not the choice you’d make?
Zamira’s pink lips pull up into a smile, then she sucks her bottom one between her teeth. “Yeah, you guys are pretty savage. I’m forever going to have bruises and scars, aren’t I?” Her breathy voice makes my cock stand at attention once again.
“Yeah, darling, but you love it.” Dropping the strand of hair I have wrapped around my finger, I move my hand to her breast, playfully pinching her hard nipple.
“Maybe…” she says through a smile, but that’s quickly wiped away and she turns serious again. “What if they get tired of waiting or get suspicious and come looking sooner? What if we don’t have time to figure out what we’re going to do?” The panicked strain of her voice makes me think about what she’s saying. About the consequences of this all.
An idea hits me. “What if you called and put their mind at ease? Let them know you’re okay, maybe feed them some lie about being close to finding shit on Novak?”
“Chief would be pissed since it could blow my cover, but I could call Matt and act like I’m missing him and just wanted to talk. He could subtly talk Chief out of checking on me. He could tell him to trust me and the process since we went over the plan so many times before I left.”
“Matt?” I ask.
“He’s been my best friend and partner since we met in the Academy. I tried to fight him on the first day and failed miserably, but he appreciated my bravery to fight someone twice my size, so he took me under his wing and we’ve been friends since.”
