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The detective clears his throat. “Wanna come outside, sport?”
Bane stills behind me, and I'm ashamed to admit that I find myself almost eager to see what he's going to do. Because I just know he's going to handle them and this whole situation.
Mom stares at him, eyes narrowed. I can practically see the gears turning in her mind as she tries to figure out the best way to handle him and this situation now.
But Bane doesn't give her or the detective a chance to think. He places his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them briefly before letting go and stepping around me. Effectively putting himself between me and them. He folds his arms over his impressive chest, and I glance up to see the Reaper patch grin at me from the back of his kutte.
“Get the fuck off Evangeline's property before I escort you.”
The threat hangs in the air for a few seconds before the detective whistles low and under his breath.
“Your call Mrs. Carter,” Detective Wallace says.
“Are you going to let this—thisthugtalk to your mother that way, Evangeline?” Mom tries to lean around Bane to look at me.
Bane shifts to the side, blocking her view of me. “No. You don't get to talk to her. Not after the way you put your hands on her. In fact, I have half a mind to ring the sheriff's office and file an official report for assault.”
He delivers the second threat in as many minutes so effortlessly that I truly think my mother is shocked speechless for the first time I can ever remember.
But nothing good ever lasts.
“You always were an embarrassment to this family, Evangeline,” Mom says, her voice even like she's reciting her grocery list. “But this? Shacking up with some common criminal out of spite? It's unoriginal and uninspired. But you've always lacked talent, so I'll just add this to the long list of infractions. I'm warning you, Evangeline, this little stunt of yours is going to cost you.”
“Get the fuck out of here before I forget that you birthed the woman I care about,” Bane seethes.
“I'll be seeing you soon, daughter,” Mom practically sing-songs as she leaves. The sound of her heels clicking on the cement punctuate her parting words far more ominously than they have any right to.
29
EVANGELINE
“For someonewho insists you don't have a savior kink, you sure do ride in on your white horse often.”
He leans into me, backing me up against the wall in the middle of the stairs. “You want to ride me, sugar? Is that what you're saying?”
I smirk up at him, letting my fingers toy with the hem of his shirt. “Sugar's sticking, huh?”
He bends down, ghosting his lips across my jaw. “I like it. It reminds me of the sweet way you taste.”
My head bumps against the wall when I tip it back in laughter. “I expect those kinds of lines from Nova.”
His hands roam over my hips, smoothing down to the bare skin of my thighs in long, slow strokes. “Nova, hm? Do you often think of my cousin when I've got my hands on you?”
My laughter simmers into something far more sensual than I've ever heard come from me before. I drag my teeth over my bottom lip to buy myself a moment.
His lips brush against the underside of my jaw as he murmurs, “Your silence speaks for you, baby girl.”
I lift my shoulders in a haphazard shrug, tucking my fingers into the waist of his jeans and tugging him closer to me. “And if I did?”
“Then I'm not doing my job right.”
I swipe my tongue across my lip. “Maybe I think of both of you. At the same time.”
He pulls back to look at me, a single brow raised. “Ah, so my girl wants to do some exploring?”
He says exploring like we're talking about going to the park and hiking through the woods and not me telling him I want to fuck around with him and his cousin at the same time.
I cover my face with both hands, feeling my cheeks warm under his attention.
