Javion’s brows climbed.
Cass brought her hand to his lips. “My ride or die, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Um, how about me being your ride or kill? That’s better, isn’t it? Because we keep living that way and our enemies die?”
Yes, that was better.
“You staying here?” Javion wanted to know. “Keeping low until we eliminate this prick?”
“Do I look like a coward to you?” Cass asked, voice silky.
Javion backed up a step. “No, I never meant?—”
“It’s good that you have a ghost on him, but I think that I know where Bayne is heading. I suspect we’re all going to the same place, actually.” They’d eventually, wind up there, anyway.
Agnes cleared her throat again. “Sorry, but where is that? Exactly? Like…is it hell? Are we all heading to hell?”
He kissed her hand again. “Pretty close.”
“I was joking,” she muttered.
“I wasn’t,” he returned without looking away from Javion. “You know I had a meeting scheduled in Arizona.” It was the whole reason he’d been traveling across the country. A meeting with the leaders of the biggest MCs in the US.
Javion glanced over at Agnes. “You’re really taking her? There?”
She sidled ever closer. “He missed the ride or kill part of our relationship.”
“She’s getting tatted,” Cass said. “I fought for her. I took the challenge. She’s in the MC, and where I go, she goes, too.”
“She’s a Fed.” Javion’s eyes narrowed. “You’re gonna start a war with her at your side.”
“Kinda think I already have started one.” He grinned. The grin slowly faded, though, as Javion shook his head. “She’s not a Fed,” Cass rumbled.
“No?” Javion was clearly doubtful. “Former Fed? Like that makes anything better?”
“She’s mine,” Cass returned. “Anyone who has a problem with that can go through me.”
Javion nodded. “Pretty sure that’s why bullets are flying at you. Because Bayne has a massive problem with you—and her.”
“Then I’ll just kill him and eliminate the problem.” Done.
Agnes elbowed him.
He kept holding her hand. “I have a meeting in Arizona. I won’t be late. She will be there. We’ll walk into hell together.” Finally, his head turned toward Agnes. “Ride or kill, huh?”
She bit her lower lip. He loved that lower lip.
Slowly, she let it go. And nodded. “Ride or kill,” she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her.
Javion swore. “You’re both fucking insane.” He whirled and stomped out.
Cass’s head slowly lifted. As he gazed at her, Agnes’s thick lashes rose so that she was staring straight at him. Trying to steal his soul again.
No need to steal it, princess. Pretty sure all that I am—hell, everything belongs to you. He swallowed. “You meant that bit about trust, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
