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She’s not going to disappear this time. No way in Hell.
Her lips part as she stares at me, but doesn’t utter a single word.
“Eve?”
I take a step toward her and she turns, practically running up the stairs.
She fucking ran away from me again. Well, I’ve got news for her; this time I’m not letting her out of my sight until I get some damn answers.
Fake nun or no, she’s got a lot of sins to atone for.
CHAPTER TWO
DECLAN
Eve doesn’t utter a single word or spare me one solitary glance as she rushes up the stairs toward the boss’s office. Her black veil falls just below her shoulders, barely covering the strawberry blonde hair I know feels like silk between my fingers. The black, shapeless dress she’s wearing falls to her ankles, and as she hikes it up to quicken her pace, I’m struck at her choice of footwear.
I’m expecting stilettos, something sexy underneath this good girl nun outfit she’s wearing, but can’t be more confused when all I see are very sensible—and ugly—white tennis shoes.
Maybe they match her lingerie?
If they do, I’ll rip every scrap of lace from her body and cover her up with a burlap sack.
My blood simmers as I imagine anyone seeing even an inch of her skin. It’s meant for me. She’s meant for me. Fuck. Even after four years… she may be different, she may not want me, but I crave her just the same. I wanted her then, and I sure as hell want her now.
And I’ll fucking kill anyone who thinks they can look at her.
“You can’t run from me this time, Eve. We need to talk.”
She only walks faster, practically taking the remaining steps two at a time and launching herself into Phoenix King’s office. She didn’t knock or wait for him to beckon her inside.
They must be close. Too close.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides.
Calm down, Declan. You have no idea who she is now or what she’s been doing for the past four years. They could be dating.
I can’t hold back the growl rumbling in the back of my throat as I stomp into the boss’s office. Eve whips around, her bright green eyes wide and full of questions.
This is dangerous, and I need to rein in my temper before I find myself in an unmarked grave. And that’s if he doesn’t keep me alive to use as an example of what happens when you disrespect the boss.
He’s ruthless.
Brutal.
Part of some elitist society that keeps him protected while he operates in the shadows. He’s more loyal to us than he is to those men, but it only goes so far.
Phoenix stares at me for a few seconds, his brow raised and his expression completely unreadable. I don’t know if he’s going to let me stay or cut off my fingers one by one. I should be falling to my knees and begging for forgiveness, but Phoenix hates weakness more than disrespect—and I’m no one’s bitch.
He studies my face and glances between Eve and me a few times before inclining his head to the chair in the far corner of his office. It’s a subtle move, and if I hadn’t been paying attention, I might have missed it. “You’re lucky I like you, Gallagher, or your brain would be splattered across my office floor.”
“Yes, Mr. King.” I give him a tight nod and take my seat, leaning back in the cool leather, locking my eyes on Eve’s frown.
I’m not very happy either.
“Phoenix.” His voice is tight as he tugs on the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. “Mr. King is my uncle.” He gestures to one of the two chairs directly in front of his desk. “Please, sit down, Eve. I trust you got here without issue. Did you have an escort from the church?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the guy propositioning her on the stairwell, but I’m already walking a thin line, and I’d rather be breathing in the morning.
