Page 89 of Devil's Craving


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He turned around and I let out a startled noise, whipping my head over my shoulder. I’d been working on the fuse box outside a new build, and I hadn’t noticed that he was standing behind me on the edge of the property. With a delighted squeal, I launched to my feet, taking off across the yard. He barely had enough time to tuck his phone into his pocket before I tackled him onto the grass. I’d heard his laugh hundreds of times over the phone, but it was so much better in person.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at rehab!”

Rolling us over, he flashed me a grin. “Got a weekend pass. I wanted to see you.”

My heart melted, and I yanked him closer. He met me halfway for a toe curling kiss and when he finally released me, it took everything not to drag him inside for more. He looked like he was thinking the same thing, his gaze heated with a hint of a dare there that I knew I couldn’t give in to. I wasn’t looking to get fired.

“Absolutely not. I’m working.”

He laughed, nipping at the finger I had pointed at his face. “Well, hurry up then. I’m not a patient guy.”

He helped me to my feet, slapping my ass when I moved too slowly back to where I was working. When I glanced at him over my shoulder for the third time, he grinned at me.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m not goin’ anywhere without you. You’re mine.”

It was such a misogynistic thing to say, but for someone who’d been disowned and abandoned, it was my favorite thing to hear. I was his, and he was mine, and now that I had the vest with his name on the back to prove it, the whole world would know. I may not have a relationship with my family, but I had the crew, the old ladies, and I had Clink. And to me, that was way better.

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