My Little Monkey
My Angel
Grace, Hazel, and Seiji
Harvey, the dumbass (congrats on getting demoted, asshole)
Ignoring their comments, I focus on the ladies who are more interested in getting things done than gossiping. “So, listen in, Angel, Hazel, and I will sort out the ones in the back while Rick and Seiji tackle the east exit.” I continue when I see nods of approval. “Grace and Harvey should stay inside to make sure no one follows us, and in the meantime, maybe Grace can fill Harvey in on what he missed.”
Yeah, I purposely put them together becauseI’m shipping.Hazel’s forehead crinkles, but I shake my head at her subtly before she can protest. Taking the hint, murmurs of acceptance ring around me.
That’s right.I’m your up-and-coming cupid.
I get that Grace is in a relationship, and this is not exactly ethical, but Rick is an emotionally abusive asshole, and assholes don’t get my morals.
I know Grace will probably want to maturely handle things with Rick before even considering anything with Harvey, but I hate that guy too much to feel bad for him.
Grace suddenly choked on the water she was sipping, and Harvey immediately reached out to pat her back. I pretend not tonotice how Grace stops breathing entirely or how Harvey sucks a sharp breath. My sister flusters before she whispers a small thank you, but Harvey still looks deeply concerned.Oh, relax Romeo.
“Are you sure you want me to stay? I’m not—”
“Do you want to switch places and get your hands dirty, Gracie?” with a disgusted face, Grace zips her lips together and slumps back in her seat.
My gaze shifts to Harvey, and that man has the most adorable puppy look I’ve seen ogling at Grace.
Oh boy, he isgonegone.
The last time Harvey looked at something like that, it was his dad’s sword. The tantrum he threw after he was told he couldn’t have it, wasbrutal. Safe to say, Harvey stole the sword and hid it until his dad made a deal with the eight-year-old that he could play with it for two hours daily.
When Harvey wants something, he goes after itfull throttleand how he is tripping over his feet for Grace; I know it’s just a matter of time. I’m already on team Harvey. Rick can choke on his dick for all I care.
Anxo instructs Grace as he stands with his hand on my back, “Don’t leave this section unless necessary. Seiji, link me if anything looks even remotely suspicious,” Seiji affirms by nodding once.
Usually, I’m excited to kick some ass, but this is the first time I’m facing my past since my escape, and the idea of being surrounded by the nightmares I grew up with terrifies me to the core.
The last two months with my newfound family have soothed some of the wounds the coven inflicted, but it doesn’t change the fact that I still carry them on my skin every day. I know I’m safe, and no matter how tonight ends, there’s no way Anxo will let mego back to that dungeon, but having to keep confronting my past is starting to weigh on my sanity.
A past that hasn’t stopped haunting my present.
CHAPTER 15
My mate is a greek god
Grace
I‘m sweating too much. I’m also a little lightheaded, and maybe drooling. I can’t believe they left me alone with Harvey. I can’t even appreciate the alone time because I’m too busy fidgeting with nerves and chewing my bottom lip bloody. I think I’m going to pass out.
I don’t think it’s intentional, but Harvey oozes a certain confidence, making it hard not to feel intimidated. If my trembling fingers toying with the hem of my dress, don’t scream ‘I’m a nervous wreck’, then my flushed face probably does.
If it’s not his presence, then I’m having a heart attack. My stomach flips funnily when I peek at him, only to find his eyes already on me.Oh God. His unashamed eyeing is not helping my nerves at all.
I’ve kept my lips sealed ever since Seiji all but ordered Rick to leave us alone in fear of acting like a stuttering fool.
Folding his leather jacket with more care than someone would assume from such a large man, I watch him lay it on the seat beside him. Resting his elbows on his knees, Harvey waits for me to say something. I was ready to start an informative conversation before he started folding the sleeves of his dark shirt to his elbows.
The tattoos covering his arms stun me to silence, and I nearly choke on nothing. Red and black swirls of pattern strategically layer his skin. The designs follow down to his knuckles endingwith the shape of a half-lotus over them. This man is nothing short of a modern Greek god.
Absolutely drool-worthy.
