Indie’sperfectlyarchedbrowcocks at me next to me from the sofa in the meeting room. “What are you thinking about?” She smiles through her whisper, my hand clutched at the base of her neck, fingers kneading into the tight muscles in her shoulders.
Despite me fucking her brains out for the past twenty-four hours, that tension’s still there. Still wound deep into her being, no matter how many times I turn her into a sobbing mess at the end of my dick. But it’s more so for me; Ihatewhen Ultio loses someone.
These people are like family to me; we’re all fucked up in our own ways.
They knew the risks; it came with the security front we put on. The fact that one of those Omnia fucks took someone from me?
That hit different.
I try to steer the storm in my head in the other direction, filling it with better memories.
The images of her flash through my mind.
That moment I knew I wanted her and began noticing small details I’d never seen before. How nervous she was around me but still went out of her way to make sure my dad didn’t skin me alive.
She was so blatantly innocent and shy. Life hadn’t handed her any troubles at that point.
Now I’ve obtained a silent huntress that prowls the night, taking down members of a society who wronged her.
Took from her.
Took her from me.
Each time I look at her, thinking of all the versions of her I’ve seen, each one forces me to stake my claim on them. Those scars that splay across her mind only make me love her more.
It’d be easy to say they made her stronger, but she had no choice. My darling had to survive it all.
The evil bastard in me wants to shred them all to pieces, forming her psyche back together with my bare hands, just so she can say the only thing she had to survive wasme.
The darker she gets, the further I want to sink my claws into her. She’s my very own version of paradise, and fuck does she tastes like heaven.
But my desire for her burns like hell.
She nudges me when I don’t answer, and my grip tightens at the base of her neck in warning, causing her to gasp. “Just admiring the reason I go to fucking war.”
Her lids lower, falling for the spell only I can enchant her with, and I press a harsh kiss against her temple. Every word is true.
Right now, we’re on the brink of it. Omnia is hunting for us, for her.
They’ve already got my face, but they’re close enough to finding out about Indie and Regina’s revenge plot.
They’ll likely have reviewed their footage from the event, and it won’t take long for them to spot me and her slinking around the manor.
The only grace we’ll have is that the disguise might buy her time, but if Louisa reviews it?
She’ll spot the two of us from a mile off.
That paired with the fact we never paid for Jenna’s fee, hence the gun fight.
Her sister’s a smart woman; she didn’t get to where she is through naivety. Time will tell where her true loyalties lie. And whether or not she values blood ties over blood oaths.
The more I think about it, I’m going with the fucking latter.
She stood on that stage with her head held high, and it might be true what I said that she was unwillingly brought into it. But now?
She’s made her choice.
The psychiatrist Shona contacted walks through the doors ahead of us—Dr Beverley—a woman with dark hair and in her late fifties who often dealt with victims of human trafficking.
