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It’s the King Cobra himself.
Jesus, this being-a-woman shit is overrated some days.
“You’re certainly tougher than I expected. But I wonder, pet, can you truly be considered capable when you blatantly ignore the instincts telling you to run in the face of a predator?”
“You’re not the first predator I’ve met, and frankly, I’m sick of living my life at the whims of men who do whatever they please. So, sorry, serpent, but this mouse just doesn’t give a fuck right now.”
As I recall the events of the evening, I realize I never actually got her name. Pet it is then, I suppose.
‘You can’t begrudge someone else their happy ending solely because you haven’t found yours yet.’
You’re gonna come into my club on your night off and touch my woman, is that it?”
A surprised squeal escapes me, and I realize I’ve been pistol-whipped. I mean, really? Pistol-whipped? That’s supposed to only happen in movies!
“Have you always been such a magnet for trouble? I swear almost every time I see you your life is in danger.”
“Surely you know that even the most docile of predators can be unpredictable.”
Part of me is still trying to process that he’s not suspicious of me. He was worried about me.
His kiss is everything and nothing like I imagined all at once.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Ms. Greystone,” I say, leaning down on the counter so that our faces are level. “I am many things, but safe is not one of them. Don’t delude yourself just because I saved you from the big bad wolf. You’ve just traded one monster for another.”
“Vince, brother, I am well and truly fucked,” I huff out. “She’s in my house. We had sex in my bed, and she is determined to fight me on just about fucking everything, including how to best keep her safe while we figure this out.
Think, Elizabeth. What would Tommy Shelby do?
“So, pet, you’re ready to jump into the snake pit?”
Our gazes lock, and I’m struck by just how fucked I am. It may have only been a week since I last saw her, but it might as well have been a year for as desperate as I feel at this moment.
“You’re intelligent, capable, and not afraid to call me on my bullshit. I trust you. I respect you, every inch of you. And I hate that I let you just walk away
