“You don’t want to worry about Gideon Fox, Aspen. His time will come.”
Bonnie’s baby cries softly and shifts, and I note the panic in her eyes.
“We should keep moving.”
“To mine.” Ashton’s tone is fierce. “You need to sleep, Bonnie and I won’t take no for an answer. I’ll watch the twins today. You grab some sleep while Snake is at work.”
“If you’re sure.”
The gratitude in Bonnie’s eyes offers me a glimpse of my immediate future, and I smile. “I can help. I’d love to get in some practice.”
Ashton grins. “Sure. Come and find me once you’ve eaten. I’ll be at home. It will be nice to catch up.”
Her smile is warm, and I fully understand why Ryder King is besotted with his wife. She surely is the sweetest woman in this entire compound and so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.
Bonnie yawns, and my stomach reminds me of my mission, and I take one last lingering glance at the two sleeping babies and thank God that the Reapers rescued me from my imminent death and brought me to heaven.
CHAPTER 40
JENNA SLOANE
It’s another beautiful day. The car window is open, and I tap my long nails on the edge, listening to the gentle music, serenading my pleasure. A gentle breeze rips through the car, reminding me that life is worth living, and for a moment, everything in my life is perfect.
I adjust my shades, peering at my reflection in the rearview mirror, applying a little more color to my lips as I gaze with satisfaction on my appearance.
I’ve always been beautiful. It’s my superpower that has come in extremely useful over the years.
A movement by the gates diverts my attention from self-admiration, and my heart flutters.
There he is.
I straighten up and open the door, my heart racing as I extend my legs from the car, standing in the sunshine. A ready smile on my face.
He appears thinner, less confident, and exhausted. Prison pallor doesn’t suit this man, and I experience a moment’s revulsion. That soon passes when his scorching gaze collides with mine.
It sends shivers through my entire body; then again, he always did have that effect, and desire replaces revulsion on the turn of a promise.
Fuck, I’ve missed his wicked blend of depravity.
“Jenna.”
“Gideon.”
He approaches, one small bag in his hand that undoubtedly will be discarded into the nearest trash can.
This man deserves the finest that money can buy, and his closet is waiting at one of his mansions dotted around the country.
“It’s good to see you, baby.”
I lean back against the car, his gaze hungry, searching, demonic.
His cruel lips tighten in a smile, and I spread my legs on impact.
My heart races, my blood heats, and my pussy clenches.
Will it be here? Against the car, in full view of the guards. I fucking hope so.
He stops; the bag drops. His gaze rakes over me, leaving me panting.
