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“Fuck,” I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Fine. You can come. But you’re going to stay in the car that takes out the extra security.”
“Why?” she demands.
“Because that’s safer. Going after Olivia is more dangerous, and I know you don’t believe for a second that she’s going to go down without a fight. I don’t want you involved in that.”
I can tell that she’s not happy with that arrangement, but this is something I won’t fucking budge on.
I tug her onto my lap, the movement so sudden that it makes her yelp.
“That’s how it’s gonna be, Solnyshka,” I say in a low voice, running my nose along her neck. “You can either do that or you can stay behind.”
“Alright,” she mumbles. “I’ll go in that car.”
“Good girl.” I press a kiss to the sensitive spot just behind her ear.
Ransom shoves his sleeves up on his forearms, grinning. “Okay, then we’ve got a plan. I’ll get in touch with Jonah and let him know what’s going on. Olivia Stanton’s days are fucking numbered.”
* * *
Once the timeis set and Jonah is on board, everything else starts to fall into place. The next few days go by quickly as we get ready, making sure we have everything ironed out.
It feels like we’re on a track barreling toward the future, and for the first time in a long time, I’ll admit I’m afraid. Afraid in a way I never really have been before.
It’s not the thought of dying. I don’t fear death. I’ve brushed up against it plenty of times before, and that fear has lost its edge.
But that’s just when it comes to myowndeath.
Thinking about Willow getting hurt? About her possibly dying? That shit fucks me up in a way that nothing else does. I can’t let it happen. I can’t let her die. I’d gladly give up my own life before I’d let anything happen to her.
Worry twists in my gut, feeling like a sort of omen of something terrible. But I do my best to shove it aside. I don’t have time to get trapped in an endless spiral of worries. That kind of shit becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy sometimes, and it’s better for me to focus on making sure we’re ready for this.
My brothers and I have pulled off jobs before, plenty of times, and now we have Jonah on our side. I don’t trust him the same way I do my brothers or Willow, but it’s clear he’s skilled, and we’ll benefit from the added power in numbers.
Soon enough, the day of the event—and the attack—arrives.
I prowl around the safe house like a caged animal, all restless energy with no outlet just yet. On my third or fourth pass by the living room, Willow huffs and comes over to me, grabbing my upper arms to hold me still.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet,” she says. “It might be an improvement on the decor, but you need to calm down.”
I make a face at her, my lips pinched tight, and she makes one right back before leaning up to kiss me lightly.
It’s barely enough to help calm my nerves, even when I pull her in close and deepen the kiss, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She makes a soft noise into it and arches against me, and I lick my way inside her mouth, laying claim to it like I want to devour her.
And maybe I do.
Maybe I want to consume her whole, just so that no one can ever take her from me.
Part of me feels like I’m clinging to her to keep her from slipping away.
“Ya by umer za tebja,” I murmur when our lips break apart.
“What does that mean?”
“I would die for you.”
Her eyes fly wide, her breath catching. Then she shakes her head, huffing a quiet laugh.
“What?” I ask.
