I don’t regret talking to your mum about you. She loves you. I saw it in her eyes when I said your name. I lost my own mother, so I know how deeply yours should know your heart. She’d hate that you’re suffering like this.
I hate it, too. More than I should.
You felt what was between us, and you still tore it apart. And I hate that I care so much. I hate that I let you have that power over me. But even in all of this, you made me see what I want.
You showed me, for the briefest, most beautiful moment, what a joy it was to be possessed. Chosen. Seen. For someone to want me so badly that they were willing to go to the ends of the earth for me. To change everything to have me, and be proud of us. Who wouldn’t be afraid to publicly be at my side.
You, Kane Ryan, managed the first part. You fell for me, then bricked up every trace of it behind a wall I could never climb. The rest was a challenge too far.
Congratulations on destroying me so perfectly.
I hope you never feel as alone as you’ve made me.
Lovelyn
Chapter 40
Mila
For the third day in a row, my messages to Lovelyn went unanswered. She hadn’t even read them, same with the chat in our Skeleton Girls Detective Agency group. Last night, I’d texted my brother to ask if she was with him and got a one-word reply that she wasn’t.
Propped up in bed, I scowled at my screen. “What are we doing this evening?”
Convict lifted his head from the nest he’d made in blankets, his dark hair adorably messy. As tidily as I’d cut it, it grew fast and chaotic. Kind of like our relationship had.
He stretched then threw a tattooed arm over me. “Quiet night, as far as I know. Arran gave everyone time to chill before the game runs on Friday.”
“Want to kidnap someone with me?”
“Little gangster, don’t tempt me with a good time.”
I went to reply, but Convict’s mouth landed on my belly. He kissed me, pushing my legs open so he could get under and between them.
I drove my fingers into his hair, arching back when his lips landed on my thigh. I’d learned to sleep naked because the two of us couldn’t keep our hands off each other and clothes were awaste of time. My man was an addiction, one I never wanted to get over.
I smiled at a kiss somewhere more delicate. “What are you doing?”
“You said kidnap, and I got hot.”
“Everything gets you hot.”
He groaned and made out with my pussy. In minutes, he had me sweating and cursing his name, then he climbed up and thrust inside. I clawed the sheets, gasping out loud as he filled me over and over again.
“Eyes on me,” he begged.
I did. My fiancé, the love of my life. He kissed me, finally launching me into the space of a spectacular climax. Convict growled a desperate sound and came, too, dropping down onto me with his dick pulsing inside me.
His hand clutched mine, the tattoo of my name around his ring finger a promise to be mine forever. When we cooled, he pressed kisses to my cheek and chin.
“So, when do we leave and who am I abducting?”
I laughed and pulled his arms around me. With the promises we’d made, I had this forever. How did I get so lucky? “I love how it’s no questions asked. It’s Lovelyn I want to see. Something’s wrong. I think she might need our help.”
Night had fallen by the time we reached Lovelyn’s suburb.
We’d been here once when Kane had needed the place watched, so were familiar with the street.
Outside her house, I squinted at the building. “Am I imagining things, or does it look like someone’s tried to kick the door in? The panel’s crushed, and there’s marks on the paint.”
