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I felt my insides tighten at his move.
Crew’s door was shut, but I could easily back up and knock—but I knew from before I’d gone into that room that it locked from the inside. He’d have to get up and open it…
“Sir,” I said stiffly. “I’d appreciate it if you gave me room.”
I wasn’t a newbie to this crazy fan business.
I’d grown up in a circus. I dealt with unruly people all the time.
But there was something different about the way this man was staring at me.
“I think I won’t,” he said, smile becoming wider and wider the longer I stayed frozen to my spot.
“I think you’ll back the fuck up, or I’ll skin you, asshole to balls, and make you eat it,” Hannibal snarled.
I instantly perked up at the sound of his voice.
It was pretty impressive what that rumbly voice could do to me.
The man turned to survey Hannibal.
Then looked beyond Hannibal to Hancock.
“Hey, Hancock Peters!” he cried out. “Can I get your autograph?”
“Sure, I’ll use the blood from when your taint gets skinned.” Hancock rolled his eyes. “Get the fuck out of here before my brother loses it. He’s not altogether stable.”
No, looking at him now, he definitely was not.
I moved then, going straight to Hannibal.
And, like the dumb moron he’d already shown himself to be, the man reached for me and tried to touch my hair.
That was all it took for Hannibal to lay him out flat.
One punch to the jaw, and the man was lying on the floor staring blankly at the ceiling.
Why was that so freakin’ hot?
I moved until I was within Hannibal’s reach, and when I did, he curled his arm around me and pulled me in really tight.
“You ready to go watch the show, Hancock?” Hannibal asked as if he hadn’t just knocked some guy out moments before.
“Yeah,” Hancock said in amusement, hooking his hand around Sway. “Lead the way.”
I waited until Hancock and Sway were well on their way through the hallway before I stopped Hannibal and pulled him back.
He looked down at me in surprise, and I planted a solid kiss to his mouth.
He kissed me back, taking it over, and solidly making me forget everyone and everything.
When he pulled back he said, “That make you hot?”
I laughed. “Only a lot.”
His eyes were twinkly when he tugged me under his arm and led us to the main room where the show was about to start.
And together with his family, we watched the performances until they were over.
CHAPTER 15
God knew I’d be powerful if I was mentally stable.
-Hades to Hannibal
HANNIBAL
I knew she had to be cold.
In fact, I felt her stop shivering over twenty minutes ago, which didn’t make me feel all that great. In fact, there was a piece of my heart that was withering up and dying just at the mere thought of her being uncomfortable in any way. Let alone so cold that she’d stopped shivering.
When we finally pulled into my house, I shut the bike down and got off. Carefully as to not dislodge her from where she was positioned.
She sat there, practically frozen, and stared at me with sluggish eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded, albeit slowly.
“Come on,” I said as I plucked her up. “Let’s get you in a hot shower.”
The drive back home was six hours.
I’d dressed her in leathers that were too big for her, and a massive down jacket that was pretty good about keeping me warm. But it hadn’t mattered.
She’d still gotten overly cold.
When she went to get off the bike, her legs went out from under her, and I caught her before she could fall to the ground beside the bike.
I picked her up bridal style and led her inside via the back entry.
Maneuvering the locked and armed back door proved fun, but I didn’t drop her, and she didn’t make a move to get out of my arms.
Instead, she laid her head on my chest, and started shivering.
Comforted that she was doing that simple thing already, I locked the back door behind me and headed straight for my bedroom.
When I got into the room, I sat her on the couch, then started the shower before coming back for her.
She was already out of the jacket and the leather pants.
“It’s so c-c-c-old,” she shivered out.
I helped her undress the rest of the way, then walked her into the shower stall.
Sitting her on the bench right under the spray, I maneuvered back out and stripped out of my own clothes.
When I was finished, I found her standing directly under the spray, her arms hugged around her delicious body.
Her eyes immediately came to me, and she smiled.
“I didn’t expect it to be as bad as it was,” she admitted.
I hadn’t either, or I would’ve said we should wait for the morning. Or hell, I’d have sent her with Hancock.
