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Eyes fluttering shut, her cheek nuzzled into my palm. “That’s just because life-threatening situations amplify every little detail.” She stopped moving her head, almost lost in unwanted thoughts. “In any normal circumstance, we would barely even notice each other.” Her eyes reopened and stared as if she was waiting to gauge my reaction.
Again, I fucking smiled. “Lucky for us, nothing is normal about you or me, sweetheart. I’m part of a deadly club, and you’re part of a deadly mafia.”
“I’m not part of it willingly.” I was a bloody mess, but she chose this moment to pull a string from the shoulder of my t-shirt. “Are you?”
Was she wondering if I’d leave my world behind? I’m not sure, but I was sure of my answer. After tonight, seeing that man’s love for me, it was concreted. “Yeah, babe. I’m willing. I’ll follow Pops anywhere.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
I jolted. She was right. I’d been so angry at Pops for his lifestyle and all the pain it caused—
“Your secret is safe with me.” She nodded, now peering down the alley.
I felt like I had just betrayed my father. “Wait, don’t get me wrong. I love my pops. That’s all.”
Her shoulders lifted and dropped defeatedly. Then she quietly admitted, “Me too. That’s why I sacrificed for him.”
Past the pain of the bullet in my gut, I felt hers again. Somehow, it was easy to read her. “Oh, shit…” I suddenly felt ill. “You traded yourself to try and save your pops from something.”
She wasn’t fazed that I’d guessed such a dark and unspoken detail. “I thought it was noble, but I was wrong. About him. About… everything.”
That sounded so much heavier than me wanting to be like my dad—the best man I’d ever know. “Damn.”
Her exquisite eyes beginning to water, she studied me. “You’re not going to ask what he did?” My hand seemed unable to release her face as I slowly shook my head no. Elle had desperation in her voice when she asked, “Why not?” But it wasn’t weakness I was detecting. Dare I say it sounded like hope?
My thumb brushed over her lips. “Because I already want to kill one man in your life. Your shit-head fiancé. Learning what your father did, and not being able to avenge it, will only bring me more torture.”
“Torture?”
I guess she was questioning my unwarranted loyalty to her. What she didn’t realize was, I am a biker. One who thinks very highly of a person willing to risk their neck for me. I was in a life-or-death situation most would have run screaming from.
“How do you know my fiancé is bad?” Her breathing picked up again, but it wasn’t from exhaustion this time. I was affecting her. I think she was starting to understand the man in front of her was the real deal. I was grateful for her heroic actions. And I was willing to pay my debt.
“Will you let me kill him?”
She blinked in shock, “W-What?” causing the building water in her eyes to spill.
My thumb touched under her eye, swiping away a tear I knew she hadn’t wanted to shed. “If you don’t want it, tell me not to hunt him down.”
Her hand holding my cut to my stomach now shook. “Y-You don’t need to hunt him down.”
“You didn’t say you don’t want me to.”
Struggling for air, she forced out, “I-I don’t want you to.”
“You’re lying again.” My thumb grazed her lips, daring them to do it again.
Through heavy exhales, her eyes drifted shut. “I’m not.” Her mouth opened for me.
Was she challenging me? Seeing how far I would take this?
I slipped my thumb inside her mouth because I was a dominant motherfucker, but also because I wanted to feel her warmth. The tongue I desired to suck on. “Can’t look at me while you lie?”
After her tongue swiped at my thumb, she whispered, “No.”
I repeated her words. “That’s the best answer you could have ever responded with.” My mouth lowered…
As if just now realizing what she was doing, her eyes abruptly opened and were now laced with even more anguish. She begged, “Please don’t reach inside my chest and search for a heart that died a long time ago.”
