landed flat on the floor. “I love you, and that’s all that matters.”
He pulled her back into his arms. Kissed her gently. Her fingers traced along his jaw, the masculine outline of his stone-like features. He leaned back and took each palm in his hands, then kissed the jagged stitching that closed the razorblade scars across each wrist, and smiled.
“I love you too, Abigail. You’ll never hurt again.”
“I hope not.” She stepped away and ran a shaky hand through her tangled hair.
“What’s the matter now?” He reached for her.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever be safe. I got this email not long ago.” She handed St. John her cell phone. His eyes scanned the email quickly and then reread it again for detail.
Dear Abigail,
I so apologize for not spending time with you in the pub. I anticipated your nervousness would drive you into the ladies room at least once. I usually don’t enjoy the taste of females, but Chief Perez recognized me as the man they saw leaving the clubhouse after a delightful evening with officer Bart Crane and that wonderfully chubby biker, Toad.
I just had to taste her.
I see you haven’t wired the money like we negotiated. Do know that I’ll be expecting a cash payment. Forgetting you is something I won’t do. I never forget my debtors.
By the way, please inform Agent Louis Seals and Justice Boudreaux that they shouldn’t have to bother with that horrid woman, Doctor Eleanor Worthington. I had her too. Like I said, I don’t prefer the taste of a woman, but she was my mommy after all.
Cheers and happy hiding,
Benjamin “Ben” Franklin Ford
She jumped away as St. John slammed his boot into the king sized bed. His in-control demeanor failed to mask his emotions—he looked fucking pissed. And worried. Mostly worried.
“Abigail, please don’t worry. I’ll never let anything happen to you. Let’s get out of here before something changes.” He pulled at her hand but she hesitated.
“I can’t leave.” She wept, crumpling to the floor.
“What?”
“Not without telling Justice goodbye.” She knew it’d hurt him, but Justice had taken her in even though he distrusted her. He even protected her and made it possible to find peace on a rare occasion or two. She owed him a goodbye.
“It’s complicated.”
“I understand.” St. John’s voice was brittle and the hurt was impossible to ignore. But he agreed although he deserved better. “Meet me at the bike.”
She dried her tears with a tissue and blew her nose. She hated the way Justice made her feel—unsure and powerless, but with an indescribable need for his approval. It wasn’t love or attraction but almost fear. Fear was a powerful emotion.
But fear belonged in the past. She’d never been fearful growing up, and had only known it once she’d arrived at the Savage Souls’ clubhouse looking for revenge. There was a saying she’d once heard that had always stuck with her. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
Jack’s grave was already one too many, and she wasn’t looking to add a second next to his any time soon. But she’d found something else on her journey—something much more powerful than death. She’d found love, and through that, redemption.
Abigail’s body had begun to feel a sense of peace after the quick goodbye with Justice. There was no hug or emotion, just the acknowledgement of thank you. She put that behind her and clutched onto St. John instead as the heavy bike rumbled between her thighs.
As they idled past the house, Justice stood at the front porch—in almost the exact same spot she’d first met Chief Jenifer Perez. Abigail closed her eyes as images of the Chief’s hacked up body on the bathroom floor assaulted her memory. Would she be next?
St. John nodded to Justice but Abigail buried her face into St. John’s cut instead of chancing one last look. They eased down the long driveway. Two — three — four cars zoomed by before they were able to
He pulled her back into his arms. Kissed her gently. Her fingers traced along his jaw, the masculine outline of his stone-like features. He leaned back and took each palm in his hands, then kissed the jagged stitching that closed the razorblade scars across each wrist, and smiled.
“I love you too, Abigail. You’ll never hurt again.”
“I hope not.” She stepped away and ran a shaky hand through her tangled hair.
“What’s the matter now?” He reached for her.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever be safe. I got this email not long ago.” She handed St. John her cell phone. His eyes scanned the email quickly and then reread it again for detail.
Dear Abigail,
I so apologize for not spending time with you in the pub. I anticipated your nervousness would drive you into the ladies room at least once. I usually don’t enjoy the taste of females, but Chief Perez recognized me as the man they saw leaving the clubhouse after a delightful evening with officer Bart Crane and that wonderfully chubby biker, Toad.
I just had to taste her.
I see you haven’t wired the money like we negotiated. Do know that I’ll be expecting a cash payment. Forgetting you is something I won’t do. I never forget my debtors.
By the way, please inform Agent Louis Seals and Justice Boudreaux that they shouldn’t have to bother with that horrid woman, Doctor Eleanor Worthington. I had her too. Like I said, I don’t prefer the taste of a woman, but she was my mommy after all.
Cheers and happy hiding,
Benjamin “Ben” Franklin Ford
She jumped away as St. John slammed his boot into the king sized bed. His in-control demeanor failed to mask his emotions—he looked fucking pissed. And worried. Mostly worried.
“Abigail, please don’t worry. I’ll never let anything happen to you. Let’s get out of here before something changes.” He pulled at her hand but she hesitated.
“I can’t leave.” She wept, crumpling to the floor.
“What?”
“Not without telling Justice goodbye.” She knew it’d hurt him, but Justice had taken her in even though he distrusted her. He even protected her and made it possible to find peace on a rare occasion or two. She owed him a goodbye.
“It’s complicated.”
“I understand.” St. John’s voice was brittle and the hurt was impossible to ignore. But he agreed although he deserved better. “Meet me at the bike.”
She dried her tears with a tissue and blew her nose. She hated the way Justice made her feel—unsure and powerless, but with an indescribable need for his approval. It wasn’t love or attraction but almost fear. Fear was a powerful emotion.
But fear belonged in the past. She’d never been fearful growing up, and had only known it once she’d arrived at the Savage Souls’ clubhouse looking for revenge. There was a saying she’d once heard that had always stuck with her. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
Jack’s grave was already one too many, and she wasn’t looking to add a second next to his any time soon. But she’d found something else on her journey—something much more powerful than death. She’d found love, and through that, redemption.
Abigail’s body had begun to feel a sense of peace after the quick goodbye with Justice. There was no hug or emotion, just the acknowledgement of thank you. She put that behind her and clutched onto St. John instead as the heavy bike rumbled between her thighs.
As they idled past the house, Justice stood at the front porch—in almost the exact same spot she’d first met Chief Jenifer Perez. Abigail closed her eyes as images of the Chief’s hacked up body on the bathroom floor assaulted her memory. Would she be next?
St. John nodded to Justice but Abigail buried her face into St. John’s cut instead of chancing one last look. They eased down the long driveway. Two — three — four cars zoomed by before they were able to
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