And then I see it, right over his fucking heart.
HELENA.
“Fuck,” I set them both down and then run my hands through my hair.
“He painted a mark over his heart, and if we don’t protect him, a sniper will take that shot.” I glare at her.
“This is your fault.” All I get is one quick nod.
No argument, no explanation or remorse, just a pair of sad doe eyes that look like they’ve seen way too much horror for someone so delicate looking.
“I’d protect him with my life. Any of the brothers would. You’re the wildcard in this scenario. How do I know I can trust you?” She stands and closes the door that Twister left open.
“I already died for him, and that’s all you need to know.”
I drivemy ass down to Baltimore so over Philly for the day that I’m even happy to see Haven’s devil dog.
“Don’t you knock me down, you fucking brute. Sit Diesel.” I put my lock-picking set away and frown when I notice she’s not home.
“You need to go out?” I look at the Doberman who’s whining at the door.
“Fine, we’ll get some dinner before your mommy comes home.” I grab his leash and write her a quick note that I leave on the table so she doesn’t panic or worse, try to cut my balls off when I get back.
I got a feeling she’d feed them to Diesel if she did.
One mile around the block and a Chinese food take-out order later, we’re back at her apartment, but this time her Harley is parked right next to mine. I glance up her stairs to see herstanding in the doorway with her cut on, eyes wild, and a frown that would freeze any normal man.
ME though? My dick gets hard at the sight of her in all that leather.
“You broke in and stole my dog?” I grin at how livid she is.
“Give me a key, and I won’t have to go to such extreme measures. Besides, this was a great bonding time for Diesel and me.” I rub his head and unclip his leash.
He takes off and runs up the stairs to Haven.
“Traitor,” she says as he ignores her for his water bowl.
I climb the steps and shake the bag of food at her.
“Honey, I’m home.” I smile as I see her start to melt.
“There better be pork lo mein and dumplings in that bag or I’m feeding you to the dog.” I chuckle and nod.
“Extra egg rolls, too.” I close the door behind me.
“Fine, you can stay. But no key.” I set the bag down and pull out my secret weapon.
“Not even for a piece of Stock’s cake?” I place the piece I brought with me from Philly on the table, and she squeaks in delight.
“Oh, you do love me.” She reaches for it, but I pull it back.
“Can I have a key now?” Her eyes narrow.
“What else you got?” She crosses her arms and sets her face to stone.
Oh, so we’re playing hardball.
FINE.
