“It made my dick so damn hard hearing her cry,” he whispers.
Yep. That’ll do it.
Without a single shred of hesitation, I drive the heavy blade straight into the side of his neck. Not just once, or twice, but so many fucking times that the front of my shirt and my arms are completely drenched in a heavy coat of crimson. The brutal, rhythmic thud of the steel burying into his flesh echoes through the cell, and it’s still not enough to soothe the explosive, roaring rage rushing through my veins.
At last, my fingers release, and the bloody knife clatters to the concrete.
Marigold steps from the shadows, stopping in front of me. Her dark eyes roam over the carnage splattered across my skin.
“He hurt you, baby,” I rasp, chest heaving. “He said something I didn’t like. I couldn’t let it go.” I lower my head, searching her face. “Did I do good?”
She gives me a soft, proud smile, rises onto her toes, and kisses me hard. “You did so well, lover. Now, let’s get you cleaned up. As hot as you look covered in enemy blood, I doubt your brothers want to watch me fuck you beside a fresh corpse.”
“Actually, that sounds hot as fuck. I’m in,” Malice deadpans from the doorway.
Marigold snickers, shakes her head at him, then looks to Pope. “Where can I clean him up? He can’t ride out looking like a horror movie extra.”
Pope nods toward the heavy exit door. “Go back out to the corridor and take a hard left. There’s a room down there with ashower and a locker of extra clothes for the brothers. When he’s done, grab those bloody rags and take them to the room directly across the hall. There’s a high-heat incinerator in there. Just toss them straight into the fire.”
I shake my head, chuckling low as she leads me out. “You know this isn’t my first time killing, Goldie.”
“Obviously,” she says. “But you never had me to take care of you after.”
I shake my head at her audacity, wrap my bloody fingers gently around her throat, and tilt her face up until her eyes lock on mine. “What the hell am I going to do with you, little shadow?”
“Listen to absolutely everything I say. Duh,” she grins, bright and unbothered. “And love me, obviously.”
I look down at her, warmth blooming in my chest. As if I haven’t been loving her for years already.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sincewecapturedandexecuted the man Damon sent to ambush me, things have been entirely too quiet on his front. Well, relatively speaking, anyway. He’s no longer dropping cryptic threats directly onto my doorstep, but he’s shifted his focus to systematically attacking the club’s operations. Hitting them in ways that might actually cripple a lesser organization if the Saint's Outlaws weren't so damn good at rebuilding under fire.
The club has been tearing the city apart looking for him, but they haven’t had a single shred of luck yet. Ghost is completely in the wind, refusing to return any of their official business calls. Which is just terrible business etiquette, if you ask me. How can you expect to have multi-million-dollar port dealings if no one can even get a hold of you?
I will truly never understand some people.
But I know better than to think he’s giving up. This eerie quiet is just a toxic part of Damon’s masterful psychologicalgame. What better way to keep someone always on edge and constantly looking over their shoulder than to suddenly fade into the shadows when they’re expecting an all-out war?
Oh, he’s not gone.
Nope.
Damon doesn’t do losing. So, no. He hasn’t fled the country. He’s just waiting patiently for the absolute perfect moment to strike. Damon has always been an expert at the long game, and that cold-blooded patience is precisely what makes him so goddamn dangerous.
I didn’t lie to Tomcat, though, when I told him I’m completely tired of playing the victim. Damon has kept me on the run, looking over my shoulder for far too long. I refuse to hide in a cage anymore. Even if that means intentionally using myself as live bait to finally draw him out of his hole.
Sure, Tomcat will be absolutely furious when he finds out. He’ll probably throw me over his knee and spank me or something. Which, let's be honest, isn’t actually a deterrent at all, but I digress.
Is it a smart plan? Nope.
Will I do it anyway? Absolutely. Probably. One hundred percent.
I let out a low growl under my breath and aggressively push my foot against the floorboards to make my porch swing move faster. A tiny wild rabbit comes prancing casually into the front yard, its little ears twitching as it nibbles on the green grass.
What a cute little pet that would be.
Though, on second thought, maybe it’s not the smartest idea to adopt a pet right now. You know, just in case Damon actually manages to kill me this time around.
