“I don’t give a fuck if it scares you,” I growl, tilting her face up to mine. “You want me, wildcat. That’s all that matters.”
Her lips part, her voice barely more than a whisper. “And that’s what terrifies me, Sin… because I know I shouldn’t.”
I cup her face with both hands, forcing her to hold my gaze. “This isn’t over, Elizabeth. Not by a long shot.”
“I know,” she whispers.
“Sin!” Ghost yells again, more urgent this time.
I step back, adjusting my cut, trying to get my body and insanely hard cock under control. Elizabeth’s cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss, and she looks thoroughly debauched.It’s a fucking good look on her.
“Go,” she says, smoothing down her shirt. “I’ll be down soon. I just need a minute…” She gestures vaguely at herself.
I nod, but before I go, I lean in one more time, pressing a softer kiss to her forehead. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”
“Promise?” There’s vulnerability in the question that makes my chest tight.
“I promise.”
Downstairs, Ghost is waiting for me, his expression grim. “Sorry to interrupt, but we got intel you need to see.”
“What kind of intel?”
“The kind that says the Alliance is planning something bigger than the clubhouse attack. And Rourke’s fingerprints areallover it.”
My jaw clenches. “Chapel.Now. Get everyone.”
As Ghost moves to round up the brothers, I catch movement in my peripheral vision. Nitro, leaning against the bar, is watching me with an unreadable expression.
“Let me guess,” he says as I approach. “You were on the roof withher.”
“Not now, Nitro.”
“When then?” He pushes off the bar, blocking my path. “When are we gonna talk about how you’re letting your cock make decisions for the club?”
I step in close, my voice dropping to a dangerous level. “You want to question me?Fine.Do it in Church, with the brothers. But don’t youeversuggest I put this club at risk for anything or anyone. I’ve bled for this patch. I’ve killed for it. And I’d die for it. So, watch your fucking tone, brother.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, tension crackling between us.
Finally, Nitro backs down, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m just looking out for you, Pres. That’s my job as your VP.”
“I know,” I say, my voice softening a fraction. “And I appreciate it. But trust me on this one. Elizabeth’s the key to ending this whole mess. Weneedher.”
“And what do youneed?” he asks quietly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you need her for more than just taking down Rourke. And once this is all said and done, will she still be there for you if you want her?”
I don’t have an answer for that.
Or maybe I do, and I’m just not ready to admit it yet.
Before I can respond, Deek appears, grinning like a maniac. “Nitro, my man, you going back out on Uber patrol tonight?”
Nitro shrugs, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Yeah, man. Gets me out of my head. Open road, even in a car, clears my mind. Plus, I get to call in and see Queenie.”
His grandmother.
The one person, besides this club, that Nitro would do anything for.
“When are you heading out?” I ask.
