“How’s the patient?” she asks as her shoulders bounce with suppressed laughter. “Did he bleed out from his big toe?”
“He’ll live, but I fear his excitement for becoming a prospect has waned.” I snort and chew my bacon as she turns back to face me, letting out a loud cackle. “Where’s my girl?”
“In the basement pounding the shit out of the bag. Is there a reason she’s suddenly upping her training?” Delia drops a cup of coffee next to my plate and I nearly groan in appreciation.
“She’ll be coming to the compound in a few days to meet with Barrett,” I inform her, making her gasp and drop the fork to her plate.
“Diego! She can’t go back there!” Delia hisses, her face turning a bright red with anger. Her finger points into my face as her lips pull back taut over her teeth. “You better not let her.”
“Malik and I will be killed for insubordination. How about that? Would that be a suitable trade-off?” As soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them. “Look,” I say to her as her shocked features slowly tighten back into anger. “We will be with her. Do you think I would let anything happen to her? Or Malik for that matter? We’re crazy about her.”
“What is it about? Why does he want to see her?” She straightens and points to the basement door. “Nothing good could come of it.”
“He wants to use her as a bargaining chip against her brother, and before you protest, I won’t let that happen.” I push up from the stool, the food no longer appetizing and the coffee forgotten. “If we prolong this visit, Barrett will only become more suspicious and then he’ll make his own appearance here, after putting a bullet in my head.”
“Someone should put one in his head,” she mutters as she grabs her coffee mug and heads into my bedroom, the one she’s taken over since I’ve been in Genevieve’s.
I agree with her, but killing Barrett wouldn’t be in our best interest. Although, if he does anything to put Genevieve in danger, I’ll kill the fucker myself.
As I get closer to the basement door, the sounds of her hitting the bag grow louder and my stomach churns with anxiety. She’s working harder to cover her own fear of heading back into that compound. I open the door and head downstairs, her grunts of exertion overpowering her hits on the bag.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch her. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing a black sports bra and shorts. Her body is toned and muscular, so fucking different than when she first arrived here malnourished and on the brink of starvation. She’s filled out in areas and hardened in others, making her hard work worth it. Genevieve Varga is no longer an MC Princess, she’s a deadly weapon, and she’s only becoming more and more perfect as each day passes.
“I can feel you watching me, Montez,” she calls out, putting a smile on my face. “Are you just getting home?”
“Yeah. Looks like you’ve been up a while. Where’s Malik?” I lean against the wall and leisurely watch her as she kicks the shit out of that bag, my cock hardening at the sight.
“He’s pissed at me,” she punctuates the statement with a sharp left hook. “He slept on the couch last night and when I woke up this morning, he was gone.” Another right hook and a growl this time. My cock jerks with each pound of her fists.
“Why’s he pissed?” My words come out husky, sounding like a phone operator at two in the fucking morning asking for a credit card number.
Even Genevieve notices and stops to look at me, her brow raised. “I told him my plan to go into Hell’s March, and he disagrees with it. He’s also not too happy thatyouagree with it.” She looks away as her taped hand hits the bag again, the force making me wince.
“I thought we said we were going to convince him together?” I push off the wall and walk toward her slowly, knowing any quick movements while she’s in this state will win me a broken nose.
“We were in a good mood after training, and it just came up. He thought it was a good idea to tell me what I could and couldn’t do.” Her arms drop, her fists still clenched at her sides. “No one knows what I went through there, only I do. If I think I can handle it, then I can.”
“Sweetheart,” I whisper as I gently lay my hand on her shoulder. “He witnesses your nightmares as often as I do. He knows that place still plagues you. Malik is just worried about you.”
“I’m strong enough!” she grits through her teeth as her chest heaves with exertion. “I can’t control what’s happening to my subconscious, but I do know I can handle this and it has to be done.” She slams her fist into the bag again, making my hand slip from her shoulder as she slumps forward. “I can’t wait around here forever, hoping my life goes back to normal. It won’t. Not until I have my revenge, and I need Hell’s March’s help for that.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I tell her softly as I turn her around to face me, my hands cupping her cheeks. “I’ll talk to him, make him understand.”
“He doesn’t think I’m strong enough, Diego.” Her face falls with her admission. “All of this training and he still thinks I can’t handle that compound.”
My hands land on her shoulders and my fingers skim up the column of her neck, feeling her pulse beating rapidly against my palms. “He’s worried. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe in you. He’s been your biggest champion from the beginning.” Her face softens as her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Don’t confuse the two. You could take every last Steel Dragon out with your bare hands and he would still worry about you being home alone. It’s just the way it is.”
The tension completely bleeds out of her at my words as those dark blue eyes meet mine. She gives my face a slow once-over as her mouth curves downward. “Have you slept at all?”
“Do I look that bad?” I tease as I gather her against my body, letting her feel the effect she has on me.
“You never look bad.” Her voice drops as her hands roam over my chest, making me wish I took my fucking cut off so I could feel it. “You actually look so fucking good.” Her words end on a moan as I grab her hips, pulling her in flush with my cock.
I lean down to kiss her, our lips a breadth’s width apart when she quickly pulls away, her mouth tipping upward in a mischievous grin. “Is this how you want me, Montez? Sweating with a bedhead?”
My hand wraps around her throat as I force her back where I want her, my lips landing on hers. “You’ll give me what I want, when I want it.” With a raspy exhale, she eats the distance between us and devours my mouth like a woman starving. The kiss is soft lips, hard teeth, and blood-tinged when she breaks the skin of my bottom lip. Her hands quickly make work of my cut, letting it drop to the floor along with my T-shirt and jeans. I rip her sports bra over her head and bite back a groan as her full, pierced tits bounce against my chest. “I won’t last long,” I warn her. “It’s going to be fast and hard, baby. You good with that?”
“Just fuck me, Diego,” she snaps and her mouth is back on mine as her hand tweaks the piercing in my nipple.
