There goes that blush on her cheeks again. Makes her freckles pop. “That was different. I was distracted by my first orgasm.”
“First, huh?”
If that isn’t an ego boost, nothing is.
“Yep.” Can’t miss the mischievous gleam in Jamie’s eyes. Gives me a glimpse of who she’ll be once I get her to come out from behind her defenses.
I play with the silken strands of her hair. “Won’t be the last.”
Jamie kisses my cheek, her lips soft and warm, and for the first time since Jester opened the van’s doors, I feel like I’m home. “Do me a favor?”
“Anything, runt.”
“Next time you come, I want to get you there.”
Well, shit.
Guess what they say is true. You can take the person out of Mayhem, but you can’t take Mayhem out of the person.
13
Wraith
“What happened that night?”
I’m suffocated, pacing Crow’s spacious office in the back of Sanctum. The wood-paneled walls press in on me. Should have done this from home, but I insisted we meet here. Had to have a change of scenery. Needed to get out of the house. Not that I didn’t enjoy indulging Jamie in (re)watching every Marvel movie every filmed (she was pissed when she realized Gamora and Gomorrah are homonyms), but it’s time to get to work because I’m about to go fucking crazy.
I rub the nape of my neck, with Crow’s question bringing me back to the night Crane took me. “The prick grabbed me after the Pittsburgh fight. The bitch I brought back to my hotel roofied my beer. She let Crane’s men into the room. I was still semiconscious when they killed her. Can’t say it wasn’t satisfying to see them slit her throat. Blacked out after that and woke up in fucking chains in a concrete cell.”
Crow leans back in the brown leather chair. He stretches his legs out in front of him, his composed appearance deceiving. Behind the calm exterior beats the heart of a warlord. I’ve seen this man spill blood like it’s nothing. He’s brutal, but he’s honorable to those who earn his trust. It’s why he inherited the Unholy after Moody was killed, execution-style, by a renegade Berserker.
“We tore Pittsburgh apart, Wraith. There wasn’t a trace of you anywhere.”
I stop pacing and plant my hands on the top of his polished oak desk. “Crane’s a master at making people disappear.”
Crow gives me a somber nod. “But you’re home now, and we’re going to kill that fuck for what he did to you.”
“Damn right, we are.”
He sits up tall in his chair and pulls a thumb drive from one of the drawers. He drops it on the desk and points to it. “Did Jamie tell you about this?”
I stare at the small black piece of hardware. “Yes.”
“There’s enough intel on here to create a new order in Marion County.”
My gaze stays fixed on the black drive. “Have you watched it?”
“Some.” Crow replaces the drive in his drawer. “She downloaded a month’s worth of some seriously fucked up shit. It’s bad. Even I couldn’t stomach most of what’s on there.”
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach. “Am I on it?”
Crow glances away, and I have my answer.
I clench my jaw so tight, I’m shocked my molars aren’t dust. Shame and rage collide. Thunder cracks inside my skull. It wakes the monster, and it’s thirsty for blood as it screeches for freedom. “What’s the plan?”
“Up to you.”
I cock a brow. “You’re leaving this to me?”
