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“What did you do?” I ask flatly.
“I’m giving him Ella for you… until this war is over.”
“Wait, what war? And pardon?”
His palms press against the car, bringing his head back until his eyes are on mine. “Look, I need to keep you safe. I need you to be with me. Beast needed something to show he could trust me, and—”
“What about your sister?” I quickly interrupt.
“She’ll be fine.”
“You sure about that?” I tease. “There’s a whole lot of bikers in that clubhouse. Horny bikers. Hot horny bikers. Who ride motorcycles and—”
His lips smash down onto mine and I fight the urge to open for him again. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his fingers flexing.
“Open,” he growls, vibrating over my mouth, and I smile, opening a small gap for him. Taking it, his tongue slides in. I slowly bring my hands up his arms as his tongue dances around with mine, the flick of his wet tongue sending shivers down my spine with each lick he caresses inside of my mouth. When he pulls back, his eyes search mine. “Say you’ll come back with me. You don’t have to fucking think about this shit yet, pet, but I need you back home. With me.”
“And Cassia?” I question, my eyes remaining on the glistening twinkle of the city lights.
He steps towards me again until his boot collides with the tip of my Chuck Taylor. Military versus civilian. Inside versus outside. The image alone holds a lot of meaning. He trails the tip of his fingertips over my ear and smiles lightly. “What do you want to happen to her?” His eyes search mine, his eyebrows drawing together.
“What kind of question is that?” I say.
“It’s a simple fucking question, baby. What. Do. You. Want. To. Happen. To. Her.” His eyes widen as he finishes off that sentence and his body presses against mine again, the deep perk of my nipples grazing across his taut chest.
“Are you seriously asking me to choose her life or death?” I ask, cocking my head. “Because had you asked me that the day I caught you both in bed, it would have been death. But now that I’ve had time to chill…” I hesitate. “I don’t want that burden over my head.”
Bringing my eyes back up to his face, I find a cocky grin spread across his beautiful features. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you fucking care, pet.”
“I never said I didn’t, Raze.”
He pauses, his eyes softening for a brief second before bringing his hand up to my face, his rough knuckles brushing over my cheekbone. “Come home.”
“Take the trash out and then call me.” I hand him back the bag of now-cold nuggets and push off the hood of the car. “You better take me back to my sister before she sends out her whole crew.”
Raze smirks, rounding the car and popping open the driver’s side door. “Yeah? Well, my crew is scarier.”
I roll my eyes, slipping into the plush leather seat. “I think I know that. I’m well acquainted with your crew.”
I can’t stop the bitterness that falls off of those words, but it’s true. I still hate every single one of those men, and maybe there’s a little place still left in me that hates Raze too, but when he’s being all sweet, it makes it that much harder to hate him. Raze and sweet do not go together. Ever. So there’s another part of me, on the completely insane side, that secretly loves how someone so unattainable, so deadly, and so ruthless with not only his kills but his people too, could be so sweet to me.
After dropping me back off at Hella’s and Melissa’s, I sneak through the back door and into bed. I know that Hella would have known it was me coming through; nothing slips through that man’s eyes or ears.
It’s around midnight when the beep of my phone pulls me out of my deep sleep. I shove off my cover and blindly start reaching for my phone off the nightstand. Once I’m clutching the thin device, I slide it open and squint from the bright assault. Seeing an unknown number, I prop up onto my elbows and read the text:
Unknown – Trash is gone. When do I pick you up?
Me – Raze? Do you know what the time is?
Raze – No. Answer my question.
Me – What did you do?
Raze – That wasn’t an answer.
Me – Raze… please tell me you didn’t…
