“Guys like Dante?”
She snorts. “Dante was sweet compared to them.”
“You’re safe now?” I ask.
She hums. “I had to protect myself in order to get away. Fight for my freedom. Kill.”
The mad respect I have for her goes beyond her knowing how to handle a gun. My teeth tug on my bottom lip before releasing it. My gaze searches hers, and I let out a sigh.
“You protected Millie, didn’t you?”
Her mouth curves up into a smile. “You know I did, Axton Colter.”
“And you’ll do the two years?”
She hums as she reaches for another pastry. I watch as she lifts it to her lips, taking a bite before she chews a few times, then swallows.
“Firstly, your sister is a magician. Secondly, I’ll do the two years because it keeps me out of doing life. Plus, I’m lonely in Vegas without Millie. Had I known that pissant was after her and who he was, I would have taken care of him there, but she ran off.”
My lips twitch into a smirk. “She ran off in an attempt to protect you. Probably because of the way you always protected her.”
“She didn’t know that I could have had both our backs, but to me, it worked out better, I think.”
“Did it?” I ask.
She hums, then lifts her pastry-filled hand and waves it around. “Hell yeah, it did,” she snaps. “Being here is awesome. It’s an adventure, and if it sucks, I’ll move on in two years. But I highly doubt it’s going to suck.”
I like this woman.
A hell of a lot.
“You’d better steer clear of this clubhouse. These guys are going to be all over you.”
Heidi winks. “You mean the same guys who work at the club?”
Oh yeah.
Well,shit.
MILLIE
After dropping off the pastries in the kitchen, I slowly make my way back to the bar area and hope I’ve given Heidi and Axton enough time to chat about whatever Heidi wanted to talk to him about.
When I arrive back at their table, Heidi excuses herself, saying she’s going to take a shower, carrying a coffee and an extra pastry. I reach for a muffin, peel the paper back, and take a bite, trying not to moan when I taste said bite.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Axton murmurs.
“You did?”
He hums then reaches out, wrapping his hands around my hips before he tugs me down so my ass slams against his thighs. I don’t wrap my arms around him, mainly because I’m still enjoying my muffin.
Axton’s hand gently glides up the center of my back, his fingers curling around my neck as he looks up at me. His eyes search mine, then he grins.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Mill.”
Shaking my head, I can’t even accept the compliment. It feels silly. I’m not ugly, I know that. Other men have called me beautiful, but it doesn’t feel real. It feels like an empty compliment from them because they’re drunk and I’m dancing naked for them.
But coming from Axton, it feels different.
