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She bitched to me, “Tell me you were not just looking for a cigarette.”
Is that an accent I hear?
I didn’t even have a chance to answer before Pops roared, “If my son wants a goddamn smoke, he can have a goddamn smoke!”
Green Eyes was having none of my dad’s insolence. “I don’t give two shits if your son wants to puff on enough ‘smokes’ to kill him before the hole in his gut does, you exhaust pipe-sniffing moron, but they’re soaked in his blood. I happen to think now is not the best time to go buy him a fresh pack. Don’t you agree? Or would you prefer I leave him unattended and run to the closest market?”
Where is she from?
There was a moment of silence before Pops finally replied, “Is my son going to be alive when I get there?” He sounded… scared.
Aw, Pops. I’m fine—
Tap. Tap. My eyes opened with the feeling of light smacks to my face.
Green Eyes now had true fear showing in hers. Was it worry for me, or the fact that she had my blood—
Souls are stronger than blood.
I blinked, hearing my mother’s voice again. This time, clear as day.
I also heard another voice. It was determined when she asked my dad, “How long before you get here?”
The accent was gone as if buried. I assumed that me detecting it, and hearing Mom’s words, was because of my loss of blood.
“Thirty minutes tops.”
She studied me, then nodded, answering, “Make it twenty-five,” and hung up. Putting her phone away, she told me, “Please live. That man obviously adores you.”
Barely able, I patted my chest and teased, “Do you blame him?”
That seemed to annoy her. “Stop smiling like that.”
Slumped back against the wall, I claimed, “I don’t smile,” and tried to be my normal, egotistical self.
"Fine by me.”
“Why? Makes you want to kiss me?” Off the wall comment? Absolutely. But I had just heard fear in my father’s voice—something I’d now heard twice in one night, and I was the cause of it. Plus, I hadn’t had the chance to beg him for forgiveness. So, to help fight the demons calling me home, I needed a distraction from dying.
This beauty, Green Eyes, was just that. Once recovered from the shock of my arrogance, she held up her hand, which was covered in my blood. “Oh, yes, this makes me want to kiss your beautiful mouth.”
Confident she was busted, I lifted a brow. “Beautiful?”
She quickly corrected, “You’ve lost a considerable amount of blood. It’s making you hear things—”
“If these are my last moments on Earth, I want a sample of Heaven before I’m sent to Hell.”
Now it was her shoulders that slumped. “Hell? You’re that kind of biker? You’re sure that’s where you’d be going?”
I instantly became lonely with the thought. I wasn’t sure if either even existed, but if they did, I was sure God wouldn’t want me. As I sat on the bucket, facing death, I realized it was too late to redeem myself. “Yeah… I’m pretty sure that’s where I’m headed.”
Sympathy crossed her perfect face, one that I was sure belonged to the angel talking to me earlier with her wings. Green Eyes took a firm hold of my hand. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re only guilty of being a little big-headed.”
Her lips were full, but not overly so. Just enough to promise softness when I—
“Knock it off, VP.”
Yes, wonderful distraction… I smiled. Be damned, I smiled. “Come on. One kiss.”
