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“Holy.” Her hand on my face, attempting to draw me down to make eye contact, is soothing, and I know she’s using some of that woo-woo shit to calm me down. I practically feel the tension and agony leaving my body.
Capturing her wrist in my hand, I kiss her palm and shake my head. “Don’t do that, Del. You don’t need this darkness living inside you.”
“Neither do you.” I do glance down at her then before leaning my head back and staring up at the sky.
“It went on until I was sixteen. I used to fuck these women because my mother would threaten to expose Jermaine and Carmine to the authorities, and I knew if she did that, Malice and I would be stuck living with the bitch, and we had no idea what would happen to the Cavanaugh girls.” Blowing out a breath, I dig deep for the end of my story. “When I killed her, watched the life drain from her soulless body, I’d never felt happier.”
“I can’t say I blame you for that.” Her tone is tinged with anger, and I love her for it.
“I’ve not been with a woman since I was a teenager, Della. You’re it for me.” Dropping my head to hers, I meet her watery stare with an intense one of my own, hoping she’ll understand what this means for me. “When I say you and me, Del, I fucking mean it because without you there is no me.”
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she sits up taller. “I feel the same, Holy. I haven’t acknowledged it until now, but I love you. I have for years.”
Brushing the hair off her face, I knot my hand around a chunk at the back of her head, tugging so she’s forced to give me her lips. Kissing Della is an experience I’ll never tire of. She’s sunshine and perfection, and I can’t get enough of her taste and the way she lights me up from the inside out.
“I don’t fucking deserve you, Del, but I’ll be damned if I can ever let you go. Love isn’t a big enough word for what I feel, but I sure as hell hope you can feel it”—gripping her hand, I place it over my heart—“here, where it counts.”
Nodding her head, a tear ultimately slips free as a smile bursts across her lips. Pulling her close, I take another kiss before picking her up and carrying her inside to bed.
We strip off our clothes in between sweet caresses and deep kisses until I fall between her open thighs and slide into her wet heat with a gentle thrust.
We make love this time. Hands touching each other, drawing out deep moans, and stealing each other’s breath with the pleasure we experience inside of each other. I can’t get enough of this woman, and no amount of time will ever give it to me.
By the time we’ve passed out from exhaustion in a tangle of sweaty sheets, it’s too late to stop what neither of us foresaw while being too wrapped up in each other.
“Holy!” Della screams, and I dart up in bed in time to see a man in all black yanking her out of the room.
“Don’t,” a voice says from the corner, gun pointed at my head. “She’s coming with us.”
“The fuck she is.” There’s no accent to the guy’s voice, so I know this isn’t Smith or his men. He’s not once contracted out work because he doesn’t trust anyone. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Stop it! Let me go! Holy!”
Shoving to my feet, the man’s gun presses to my forehead, and as every instinct shrieks to take him down, I know I’m not faster than the bullet in the chamber, and I’ll be useless to Della if I’m dead.
“I suggest you sit.”
I don’t move. Standing naked as the day I was born, I remain motionless.
“What the fuck do you want with her?” Spotting several other men struggling to force Della into clothes, she fights them the entire time, not giving an inch.
“That’s for my boss to know. I’m just the delivery man,” he smarts off.
“If you were supposed to kill me, I’d be dead already. So you let your boss know that when I find him, I’m going to rip him limb from limb. And when I get ahold of you, death won’t be kind enough.” Malice will love playing with this asshole.
Backing away out the door, the bastard grins from ear to ear as I follow guardedly. They’ll have to put me down in order to stop me from following after them. Which I know he plans to do.
“Della!” I snap her name to get her attention. “Put your clothes on. Be a good girl.” Her eyes narrow as she glares at me. The connection we share, thankfully, lets her know what I’m feeling now and that I’m fucking coming for her. “If she’s hurt in any way, I won’t stop with killing just you and your men; I’ll gut your families and leave them in the fucking streets. We clear?”
The man smirks, and as Della is dragged out the door, he finally takes his shot, somewhat blindly, because even though he clips my shoulder, side, and leg, it’s not enough to keep me down, only to piss me off.
Hearing my girl screech my name as truck doors slam shut and tires peel out of the lot, I quickly get dressed, grab my phone, and head to my Wrangler.
Spotting the flat, I’m even more pissed because I don’t have a fucking tracker on her. I knew I should have. After quickly changing to a spare, I call Malice as soon as I’m in the Jeep.
“I thought you were at the cabin with Della?" he answers.
“I am. We were. Some assholes just busted in and fucking took her. I’m thinking government, but I need to fucking find out soon so I can stop this bleeding before I crash.” Blood is soaking through my clothes.
