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“Are yousureshe’s going to be all right?” Charlotte blurts out, turning wide eyes to me.
Her expression—fuck, her entire outfit—keeps catching me off guard. And it’s not just me. I received more than one suspicious side-eye when I bundled her into the car for our meeting with Brent.
She’s wearing a cheerleading costume, and her hair is done up in a ponytail that’s all the more adorable for her shorter hair. She even found a glittery scrunchie at the drug store we stopped at to tie it up with. Minimal makeup, enough to make her look fresh and young…just how Brent69 likes them.
“Gideon!”
I force myself to replay her question. “Who, Arrow?” I let out a short laugh, turning my full attention back to the road as the traffic light changes to green. “Yes, my girl, she’ll be fine. It’s only for a few hours. She’s been to that doggy daycare before.”
Charlotte crosses her arms over her chest. “I didn’t like the way that lady was looking at her.”
“Arrow’s scraped up from the accident, and her paws still had mud on them. Add to that, she hasn’t had a bath in over a month, or seen a groomer in three, and I’m surprised Lucy didn’t call animal services on us.”
“Shit, we’re bad parents.” Charlotte puts her hands on her face, and then peeks out at me between her fingers. “But she’ll be okay, right?”
I laugh again, because thank fuck that’s the only thing Charlotte seems worried about right now. I think I’m more nervous about this meet than she is. No surprise, actually. Like she said, all she has to do is pretend she’s a teen and lure the guy back to the van. I’m the one who has to incapacitate our victim, tie him up, and make sure no one gets hurt.
I’m the one with the gun.
I switched up rentals to a discrete white panel van. There’s a bunch of ropes and duct tape in the back, and even a hood to put over the guy’s head. I’m as prepared as I can be…except for the second location.
Pressed for time, we couldn’t find a suitable spot near our rendezvous to interrogate our suspect. Charlotte asked if we couldn’t just go wherever I’d taken Peter.
I tried to talk her out of it, but as she so logically posited—with a suspicious frown that made me think she was wondering what I was hiding—it made no sense trying to find a different location.
I’m still not sure how I feel about taking my fiancée to the place where I tortured, then beheaded, the man who’d held her captive for almost a week. We’re risking triggering her PTSD when she recognizes something from the photos I showed her of Peter’s mutilated corpse.
Fuck, I still don’t know how I feel about Charlotte being myfiancée. Just the thought sends a warm ache through my chest that feels both wonderful and foreboding at the same time. I peek at her from the corner of my eye, taking in her beauty, her poise, her fierce determination as she glares at the road ahead like she wants to kill it.
It shouldn’t make me horny that she’s developed a taste for violence, but fuck, what a turn on. Gone is the innocent little girl who’d almost puked on me when I showed her a picture of Peter’s disembodied head.
I shift in my seat, my dick hardening as I imagine handing her a flaying knife after we’re done interrogating Brent, just to see how creative she can be.
“Areyouokay?” she asks, when she notices me squirming around in the driver’s seat.
“Yeah,” I say in a tight voice. “Just…eager.”
She cocks an eyebrow, daring me to be more specific.
“What can I say?” My hands clutch tighter at the steering wheel. “I like the thrill of the hunt.”
She laughs, caressing my thigh through my dark jeans. “That’s the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.” She leans her head back against the headrest and watches me with her big eyes, and I see nothing but love beaming back at me.
Christ, she’s beautiful. What the fuck am I thinking putting her in harm’s way? I grab the back of my neck, digging into the muscles alongside my spine in an effort to alleviate the tension building up.
She rubs her hand along my thigh again, and then pauses higher up. “Are you…?” She lets out a soft chuckle. “Gideon Fyre, is the fact that we’re about to kidnap and torture someone getting you hard?”
“It’s your outfit,” I blurt out, giving her a quick side-eye. “I’ve always had a thing for cheerleaders.”
Charlotte’s lips spread wide in a gorgeous smile at this. “Come on. I’m sure you had every girl in your school lining up for a date with you.”
I have to laugh. “Oh no. I was the epitome of the weird, awkward kid. Kept to myself, no friends.”
“Well, looks like you hit the jackpot.” Charlotte runs the tip of her finger down the ridge hardening in my right pant leg. “Because guess what, weirdo? This cheerleader is about to blow your mind.”
She ducks her head down, and before I can mouth a word of protest, clamps her teeth over my erection. I groan, and then again as I see us coming up to a red light. I’m immediately glancing in every direction, making sure no one can see into the van. As much as I love getting my dick sucked, if we got pulled over now, any cop that takes a look in the back of the van is going to have some seriously hard-to-answer questions about the purpose of our trip.
“This isn’t the right time,” I tell her in a tight voice.
