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"I didn't ask for your road tag," I say. "I asked who you are."
"Creed Thomas."
"Who are you, Creed Thomas? And don't say you're a biker because you aren't. At least, you aren't just a biker. You're hiding something." I narrow my eyes on him, suspicious and uneasy. "If you're here to cause trouble for my brother and his brothers, I'll stop you."
He paces toward me, smirking. "Yeah? You think you could take me, little one?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." I shrug, refusing to retreat when he gets all up in my personal space again. I don't think he means to intimidate me though. He seems more amused than anything, like he thinks it's cute that I'm standing up to him. "But that won't stop me from trying."
He thrusts his hand into my hair, craning my head back.
I moan softly, unable to stop the needy sound as my clit throbs again.
"You're a brave little thing, aren't you?" he asks, his gaze eating me alive. His lips are inches from mine, so close I can smell the mint on his breath, feel the warmth of it. Part of me—a massive part of me—wants him to close the distance and consume me. I want this man to be my first kiss…my first everything.
This is so bad.
And yet it feels perfectly right.
"Brave little angel," he purrs, his chest vibrating with the sound.
Am I brave? I don't know. I've never seen myself as particularly courageous. But my brother is the only blood I have left. And when our parents died, the Diamond Kings were the ones who helped us pick up the pieces. I may not spend a lot of time around them, but they're my family too. I'll protect them, just like they've always protected me and Risk. That's what family does.
"They're my family," I say simply.
"Fuck," he growls, releasing me suddenly. He takes a step back, putting space between us.
I want to cry out in disappointment, but I bite my tongue instead. I'm right. He isn't who he says he is. Does anyone else know? I'm guessing they don't if he's still here. Which begs the question…why is he here? What does he want?
"I'm not here to cause trouble for the MC," he says as if reading my mind. "You read me wrong, Jessie."
No, I think I read him right. But I don't tell him that. I decide to keep that to myself for the time being and try to figure out what exactly he's up to. If I'm wrong, good. No harm, no foul. But if I'm right, well…I'd rather know what I'm dealing with before I tell Risk. Because I may not know everything about MCs, but I know enough to know if he's here to do them harm, they will kill him.
And I'm not at all sure how I'm going to deal with that.
"I guess I did," I say, forcing a little laugh. "It's been a long day."
He relaxes slightly, the release of tension in his muscles so subtle anyone else would probably miss it. But I'm so focused on him, I see it. "Shit," he mutters with a grimace. "Let me shower, then I'll feed you."
"Okay," I whisper.
He turns toward the short hallway and then quickly turns back to me, eyes narrowed, lips pulled down into a frown. "Don't even think about leaving this cabin, baby. Matter of fact…" He stomps back toward me and scoops me up into his arms.
I shout in surprise, smacking him on the back. "Put me down right now, Creed Thomas!"
"Settle your ass down," he growls in my ear, already marching down the hallway toward his bedroom.
Two seconds later, I'm on my back on the bed, smacking hair out of my face and glaring up at the ceiling.
"I'm murdering you in your sleep tonight," I swear, half-convinced I actually mean it. I've survived nineteen years with Risk on guard duty. Surely, I can survive life in maximum security. I mean, the food will probably suck, but Risk will probably send me money for Pop-Tarts and Ramen.
"You're cute when you're pissed," Devil says, tipping his head down to look at me. He winks. Actually freaking winks like he finds this whole thing hilarious. And then he's striding for the bathroom, the dimples above his ass drawing my eyes. "Stay put. I'll be out in ten."
"I'll do what I want, you overgrown bully!"
