“Not true. Rocket ends up having an entire squad as a found family.”
That’s true…
but not my story.
Suddenly, he lifts his pant leg.
I suck in a breath.
There, inked along his shin, is the entire Guardians team.
“Looks like we do have something in common after all,” he smirks, then lifts his other pant leg, revealing Iron Man.
“And a thousand somethings that make us opposites,” I reply, stepping around him to go sit on the couch.
He follows and drops down beside me.
“I think I want to make a list,” he says, grabbing a controller.
“A list?” I turn to look at him, his scent filling my nose and making me want to lean closer.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Yeah. Of things little Tinker has or doesn’t have in common with me.”
I roll my eyes just as he holds out a controller.
“You play?”
I hesitate, then sigh and take it. “Yes.”
The game starts. Minutes pass.
I absolutely destroy him.
When I win, I fist pump and do a little dance before I can stop myself.
I turn to find him watching me, amusement dancing in his eyes, that wicked smile tugging at his lips.
“Would you look at that,” he says. “You love these games. That’s two things we have in common.”
I set the controller down on the small table and get up.
“I’m going to my room,” I say, already turning away, my chest tight, my thoughts loud and tangled.
Another MC member.
Another man tied to that world.
Only this one… isn’t just any of them.
He’s connected to Michael’s Legion.
Russel’s greatest enemy.
My stomach twists.
I don’t know if that makes me safer…
