He bows his head and sighs. “Yes.”
I jump up from the couch, and he stands from the chair behind the desk. “It’s not like that. It was one time, and we were both drunk?—”
“So you took advantage of her?” I snap.
“No,” he growls. “Look. I need you to understand…fuck! Telling you it meant nothing makes me look like an ass, but telling you it meant something makes it a lie.” He falls back down into the chair and glances at me. “You can’t say that you haven’t done the same.”
I rub the back of my neck because he’s right. I just fucked her hours ago with two guys she killed in the same room. I went into the motel knowing I was going to fuck my girl. No matter what I had to do to get it. “I went through her things tonight while at her place.”
His brows pull together. “And?” He places his elbows on the desk and leans forward. His interest tells me he hasn’t done the same. He wants to know what I found, which just furthers my point that my girl is closed off. Keeps to herself. I’m going to knock down every wall she has.
“She had a box of…items. Straitjacket, blindfold, handcuffs, dildo…but other than that, there were no other toys I could find.” He tilts his head to the side. “I just find it odd, ya know? We had sex tonight, and she gets sick to her stomach afterward…” Sex is a weapon when it comes to the Lords. You either take it or you receive it.
He runs a hand down his face. “Eve doesn’t…have sex,” he finishes.
“With anyone?” I clarify.
“No one.” He leans back in his seat. “Obviously, you overheard her tell me that you two had sex, but I’m going to tell you the same thing I told her. Be careful.”
“Careful with what?”
“Eve. If she doesn’t fall in love with you, she’ll most likely kill you,” he says matter-of-factly.
I smile at that. “If you’re not on the verge of death, are you even living?”
He shakes his head and chuckles.
“There was one other item I found in her closet.” He arches a brow. “She had a bulletproof vest.” He looks away from me, and I know I was right. “Eve got it from you. The question is, why the fuck does she need one?”
“It’s just a precaution.”
“For what?” I demand.
“Eve wants to be more involved?—”
“Pull her back,” I interrupt him, hearing enough. “She’s going to get killed. You’re going to get her killed.”
“She’s saving women, Kash,” he whispers. “I understand that it’s hard to see from your point of view, but she’s doing what others can’t.”
I fist my hands on my thighs. “She’s putting her life in danger.”
“It’s her life,” he argues, as if that’s a good enough reason. “And until she comes to me and tells me herself that she wants to pull back, I’m going to continue letting her do what she wants.”
It just proves that I need to step in. Make sure that she has someone to protect her when things get hard. She’s going to get in too deep and won’t be able to pull herself out. I can do it.
Sighing, I lean back against the couch and tell him, “I saw her on theIsabella.”
He frowns at my change in subject. “When…? The night of our junior initiation?”
I nod. “Yeah. I saw her when Saint and I were headed to the poker room before we killed his mark. She was standing with an older man. Then after we killed Saint’s men, I saw her again when you guys were blowing up my cell looking for Haidyn.” I run a hand through my hair. “She ran into me. The man said he was ‘paying’ for her, and he took her into a room. I heard her screaming and I burst in and killed him. Then she ran.” I leave out the part where I fingered her. It’s none of his business.
“Wait.” He holds up a hand. “The ripped dress…the heels? Those were hers in the owner’s suite?”
I nod.
“And the guy who was ‘paying’ for her…”
“Was my initiation, but I didn’t know that when I killed him.”
