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As Slade stepped closer to Nelle, she threw an elbow in advance to keep him away.
“Don’t even fucking try it,” she said.
“Try what?” Slade growled.
“You’re like that other one. The one who pinned me against the wall.”
“Monte? Nah. He’s just drunk and horny.”
“And you’re not?”
“I’m not drunk,” Slade caught himself saying way too quick.
Nelle’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help herself as her eyes looked down. For only a split second, but it was enough.
I cannot be thinking this right now. No fucking way. Looking down at the bulge in this biker’s jeans. Being in his room. No. No fucking way in hell.
“You might think I’m going to put some moves on you, and I get it. Wondering about my vicious tongue curling against your soft cunt.”
“Ew,” Nelle said. “That word.”
“What…soft?” Slade grinned.
Nelle smirked again. “I think I’m too drunk for any of this.”
She took a step and Slade grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. Just like that, Nelle felt herself almost crumbling. Collapsing. Melting toward Slade. Looking up at him. That mean, dangerous look in his eyes.
As Slade looked down at her, he couldn’t help his thoughts. What man could? Nelle was beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Naturally perfect. Her chin. Her lips. Her high cheekbones. The color of her eyes—what fucking shade of blue is this?
He wanted to taste her lips. The thin lips staring up at him. And the honey-laced ones between her legs.
“There’s some stuff I need to know, sweetheart,” Slade said.
“Like what?”
“Everything about you and your sisters. I think we’re well past any chance of coincidence, don’t you?”
Nelle felt chills attack her body. Slade saw this happening.
“Who the hell are you, Nelle?” Slade asked. “Three sisters? As beautiful as you all are.Were. You three should be on social media asinfluencers, selling anything. Fuck. You could sell jars of air for a hundred bucks and you’d make millions just on your smile alone.”
The heat that now attacked Nelle’s cheeks made her feel as though she were standing in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the day, on the hottest day of the year.
“You think I’m stupid, sweetheart?” Slade asked. “I’m reading you like a book. But here’s the thing. I don’t have time to go cover to cover. Get what I mean? You need to give me the plot twists. Right fucking now.”
“Or what?” Nelle whispered.
Slade’s jaw grew tighter. He couldn’t believe this woman had the nerve to ask something like that. Then again, maybe he could believe it. After all, Nelle did walk up to him and punch him in the face. She was secretly ruthless. Secretly teetering on her own version of acting like an outlaw.
The kind of woman Slade had warned himself about getting near…
Chapter Twelve
Singular Words
“What do you think you’re going to get from me?” Nelle asked. “Some wild secret or explanation?”
“Fuck it then,” Slade said. Nelle watched him walk to the bedroom door and open it. “Leave. You have nothing to worry about, right? Just so happens that both of your sisters were shot to death. Happens all the time.”
