shit if you do. Now tell me why you’ve really got me locked up.”
“Lagan has my sister and I need to get her back.”
“Lagan? As in the drug dealer?”
I nodded.
He laughed again and shook his head.
“Hear me out—”
“I don’t need to. I know what you’re going to say. She’s one of his fucked-up brides or whatever, right? And she’s all brainwashed and you feel guilty because somehow, on your watch, she ended up in that shithole and you know it’s your fault.”
I sucked in a breath. The arrows of his words sank deeply into my skin.
“Your problem,” he said. “Not mine. I have no interest in getting killed over a girl I don’t know.”
“But you’ll get killed for some stupid revenge?”
He kept his mouth shut and just stared at me with those blue eyes.
“Help me and I’ll help you,” I said.
“Help me do what?”
“Whatever you want?”
“I want out of this condo.”
“Anything but that. I saved your life.”
“You keep saying that. But the way I see it, I saved yours. You were going to blow yourself up and for what?”
“My sister.”
“Yeah, and how were you going to do that blown into a thousand different pieces all over the Velvet Touch parking lot?”
I looked away from him, his disdain and his razor-sharp words and his blue eyes that saw every bit of me—it was just too much.
“Lagan liked you,” I said. I split the blinds, because I needed to do something with my hands, and sunlight beamed right into my eyes. Too bright. I closed the blinds again. Max and me, we did better in the shadows. “And I think after what happened in the club, he’d still trust you.”
“I’m not doing it, Joan,” he said. “But I get it. I get why you got me chained to this bed. Family can make you do some fucked-up shit.”
I looked over at him. This was how I would get him. “Your brother made you come back, didn’t he?”
He was silent, sitting there, rumpled and dark. My chained beast.
“Annie told me,” I said to him. “You were gone. I didn’t see you at the club for weeks. You left—”
“There’s no leaving this life.”
“But you tried.”
“And I came back, so it didn’t fucking work, did it?” he yelled and then held a hand up to his head again.
“You want some painkillers?” I asked.
“I want you to let me go!” He rattled the handcuffs. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I came back for Dylan. So I get it and you know something, part of me respects this fucked-up, dangerous plan of yours. But I want no part of it. So unchain me and I’ll go. No harm, no foul.”
“I let you go and you won’t kill me?” I asked, not believing him for a minute.
“I was never going to kill you.”
“Right,” I laughed. “You were only going to beat the shit out of me?”
“I was going to
fuck
the shit out of you.”
I sucked in a breath and it burned in my lungs. My pussy clenched, liking the idea.
Here it was, my opening.
I spread my legs again, giving him a good long look. “How about I fuck the shit out of you,” I whispered.
The air in the room changed. It got thicker. Hotter. I had to open my mouth to fill my lungs. This was moving faster than I’d thought. I hadn’t expected to
want
this like I did.
“What are you saying, Joan?” He spoke slowly, softly, as if he could sense the change in the air like I could. I watched his chest rise and fall a few times. The muscles in his belly under all those tattoos clenched and flexed and released like it was work.
I felt the same way. Breathing in this hot thick air took effort.
We were panting and we hadn’t even touched.
He licked his lips like he could taste me. And my head felt heavy on my neck. My body felt heavy.
This strange, dangerous desire was honey in my veins.
Jeez. Now, who was the stupid, simple creature?
“I’m saying, help me and I’ll make it worth the effort.”
His eyelids lowered over those blue eyes, giving him a sexy slumberous look that was like catnip
“Lagan has my sister and I need to get her back.”
“Lagan? As in the drug dealer?”
I nodded.
He laughed again and shook his head.
“Hear me out—”
“I don’t need to. I know what you’re going to say. She’s one of his fucked-up brides or whatever, right? And she’s all brainwashed and you feel guilty because somehow, on your watch, she ended up in that shithole and you know it’s your fault.”
I sucked in a breath. The arrows of his words sank deeply into my skin.
“Your problem,” he said. “Not mine. I have no interest in getting killed over a girl I don’t know.”
“But you’ll get killed for some stupid revenge?”
He kept his mouth shut and just stared at me with those blue eyes.
“Help me and I’ll help you,” I said.
“Help me do what?”
“Whatever you want?”
“I want out of this condo.”
“Anything but that. I saved your life.”
“You keep saying that. But the way I see it, I saved yours. You were going to blow yourself up and for what?”
“My sister.”
“Yeah, and how were you going to do that blown into a thousand different pieces all over the Velvet Touch parking lot?”
I looked away from him, his disdain and his razor-sharp words and his blue eyes that saw every bit of me—it was just too much.
“Lagan liked you,” I said. I split the blinds, because I needed to do something with my hands, and sunlight beamed right into my eyes. Too bright. I closed the blinds again. Max and me, we did better in the shadows. “And I think after what happened in the club, he’d still trust you.”
“I’m not doing it, Joan,” he said. “But I get it. I get why you got me chained to this bed. Family can make you do some fucked-up shit.”
I looked over at him. This was how I would get him. “Your brother made you come back, didn’t he?”
He was silent, sitting there, rumpled and dark. My chained beast.
“Annie told me,” I said to him. “You were gone. I didn’t see you at the club for weeks. You left—”
“There’s no leaving this life.”
“But you tried.”
“And I came back, so it didn’t fucking work, did it?” he yelled and then held a hand up to his head again.
“You want some painkillers?” I asked.
“I want you to let me go!” He rattled the handcuffs. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I came back for Dylan. So I get it and you know something, part of me respects this fucked-up, dangerous plan of yours. But I want no part of it. So unchain me and I’ll go. No harm, no foul.”
“I let you go and you won’t kill me?” I asked, not believing him for a minute.
“I was never going to kill you.”
“Right,” I laughed. “You were only going to beat the shit out of me?”
“I was going to
fuck
the shit out of you.”
I sucked in a breath and it burned in my lungs. My pussy clenched, liking the idea.
Here it was, my opening.
I spread my legs again, giving him a good long look. “How about I fuck the shit out of you,” I whispered.
The air in the room changed. It got thicker. Hotter. I had to open my mouth to fill my lungs. This was moving faster than I’d thought. I hadn’t expected to
want
this like I did.
“What are you saying, Joan?” He spoke slowly, softly, as if he could sense the change in the air like I could. I watched his chest rise and fall a few times. The muscles in his belly under all those tattoos clenched and flexed and released like it was work.
I felt the same way. Breathing in this hot thick air took effort.
We were panting and we hadn’t even touched.
He licked his lips like he could taste me. And my head felt heavy on my neck. My body felt heavy.
This strange, dangerous desire was honey in my veins.
Jeez. Now, who was the stupid, simple creature?
“I’m saying, help me and I’ll make it worth the effort.”
His eyelids lowered over those blue eyes, giving him a sexy slumberous look that was like catnip
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