Can’t say I blame him.
They haven’t been too appealing to me either lately.
“Hunter, did you find out anything about the little bitch Killa ran into yesterday?”
That’s why we’re here. I lean forward in my chair, eager to snatch the slip of paper from Hunter’s thick fingers. His eyes meet mine and shimmer with sympathy. Jesus, I hate that look, seen it so many damn times over the past couple of years and can’t bear to see it anymore. I glance away and swallow back my reaction.
“Yeah. Got an address.”
That piques my interest.
Savage bobs his head and waves the gavel around. “Anythin’ else?”
Hunter strokes his jawline. “Only a name, Cassidy Steel.” He lifts an eyebrow, as if mocking. However, learning the bitch’s name makes it seem much more real. I have her.
“Working on finding out more.”
I want to tell him to work quicker, to work until he uncovers every fucking thing there is to uncover about her. But without a doubt, Hunter will do his best while trying to help run our businesses. He doesn’t just run our tech; he’s our treasurer, and trying to balance our books as a legitimate business, which is essentially a cover-up for the guns and drug racket we run can be somewhat tricky. The last thing we want is a fuckup or the pigs up our asses.
“Good.” I sense Savage’s gaze on me, so I turn to him. “We give you this address. I don’t want no trouble at the door. Ya hear me?”
My body is alight with retribution, vibrating with the excitement thrumming through my veins.
He doesn’t want the law involved, and I get that. With a brother behind bars already, he doesn’t want another one there.
“Hear ya,” I say, almost too quickly, given the way his eyes narrow in on me.
Savage sits forward. “We do this the right way.” He stabs his finger on the wooden table. By the “right way,” he means extract information carefully without having the pigs on our backs.
“Got it,” I state, trying to act cool when the inferno inside is intensifying.
Savage stares me down before he exhales and tips his chin toward Hunter. “Go with him.”
My shoulders droop, and I want to ask him if he thinks I’m a goddamn toddler who needs supervision, but I realize he’s doing this for my own good.
Always having our backs.
Savage slams the gavel on the solid wood, ending church. “Ride till we fall! Unholy to the core!”
Hunter pushes up out of his chair, and I follow suit. Our heavy boots thud, causing the wooden floor beneath us to vibrate as we head toward the door.
“Oh, and Killa?” I turn to face our Savage. “Don’t scare her too much.” His lip curls, and I wink back at him with a chin lift, while the brothers erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.
“Time to have some fun, brother.” Hunter slaps me on the back, with a smile mirroring my own.
“Vengeance is mine.”
CASSIDY
It’s been two days since he came into the diner, and I’ve been like a cat on hot bricks waiting for him to return. There’s no doubt about it; he’s going to. The hatred that rolled off him in heated waves told me everything I needed to know. This man despises me with a burning passion, and while I should be terrified, my life experiences have overcompensated the warning signs of danger and the forbidden, and he just so happens to radiate both.
I’ve barely slept a wink for the past two nights, reliving the way his blue eyes darkened to the point of a midnight blue bordering on black as he sneered down at me. The way he licked his lips and his eyes roamed overevery inch of me made slickness gather between my legs in a welcome sensation of wantonness I am unaccustomed to.
I hate the vulnerable feeling washing over me when I consider the situation I’m in and the way I panic at all the changes I’ve endured the past few months, but I’m determined to keep out of his line of sight, even though my body craves him.
Am I really so damaged that I’m attracted to a man who loathes me?
He clearly believes I had something to do with Benjamin’s crimes, and that only adds to my belief that he’ll show up again; it’s just a matter of time.
