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“And no, I have not set that up to gain your trust. I simply intercepted the information and I came to the party to warn you.” “Wait, you came here to warn me? Why?”
“Because I need the truth and you can help me get to it.”
"Live tonight. Find me tomorrow. 459."
“Next time you need a moment, just tell me. We're honest with each other, remember?”
Tristan had set a trap. Like a true predator, he had taken her knife, perhaps because he’d been unarmed, and left her on the dance floor, knowing she would want to escape and her would-be assassin would follow.
As she stared up at the ceiling, a part of her wished he would have told her to go into his house. She was curious about his space, yes, but more than that, she wanted to be invited where nobody had gone with him. She wanted, one day, to stare up at his ceiling in his bed with his body sleeping beside hers.
But he didn’t trust her enough for that, not yet.
She would die and Tristan would detonate. He would destroy on his path to decimation, people including Dante and Amara and hundreds of innocents who did not deserve it. She couldn’t die. She couldn’t trigger it. Not at this stage of her life. She had finally found something
worth living for. Nobody could snatch it away from her. Not now. She had to make it. She had to live.
He held her through it all.
And there, she felt safe. Protected. Like all the assailants in the world couldn’t get to her. She knew he wouldn’t let them get to her.
The man holding her was darkness. He was comfortable in the dark, one with the dark, owned the dark. And as long as he held her the way he did, safe in his arms, that dark was hers.
He was taking her to his house.
They both deserved this. This was theirs.
“Never again,”
“They will die a thousand deaths,” he murmured, almost gently as his thumb traced the line of her jaw,
“before they ever touch a single hair on your head again.”
“I promise,”
"Get your stuff tomorrow."
"You want me to move in?"
“I’ve never slept with anyone before,”
“Me neither,”
Tristan 'The Predator' Caine snored like a baby.
“You made me a promise last night in the dark,” she murmured softly, knowing she had his full attention. “I’m making you one now.” Brushing her thumb over the line of his jaw, feeling
the scruff rasping against it, she vowed, repeating his own words. “Never again. You’ll never be alone again. No matter how bad the nightmare gets, I’m going to be right here.”
“Break that promise,” he spoke, his voice soft as the underside of a blade, “and I will break mine.”
“To not destroy you.”
“Destroy me.”
“I’ve tasted you now, Ms. Vitalio,” he whispered, his gaze locked on hers. “You can’t escape me now.” “You don’t scare me anymore, Mr. Caine,”
“Stays locked. I take care of it myself.” “So, he cooks and cleans?” Morana chewed on the delicious eggs. “A man after my own heart.”
“But since I will be your roommate, duties will be shared.” “Anything else, Ms. Vitalio?”
“I'm just getting started, Mr. Caine.”
"I thought I finished you off pretty well."
Morana complied, knowing it wasn’t the right time to play that game. He had badass mob stuff to do and she had nerdy mob stuff to do. They didn’t have the time.
“You moved in quickly. Shouldn’t you wait a bit, see if this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with?”
“I’m happy for you two,”
A black and white skull made the icon, the negative space behind the skull making it pop on the screen. Still stunned over the fact that this reaper person had found her and made contact, Morana decided to play it by the ear and quickly typed back a response.
nerdytechgoddess00: which keyword?
imreaper00: flesh trade
The families, to her knowledge, had never traded in the flesh.
“There’s no reason for you to be wary of me, Ms. Vitalio,” the man stated plainly. “I have nothing against you or The Predator. You’re his woman and I have no wish to make an enemy of him.”
“You went to meet a strange man in a strange city without telling anyone about it. You talked to him and you came back in a fucking good mood. Who is he?”
“What I feel isn’t jealousy, wildcat.”
“It’s knowing you’re mine and knowing I still have to share you with people. It’s a burn in my chest. It makes me want to put you over my shoulder, take you to a cave, and fuck you until you forget everything but how I feel inside you.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I’ve never come in my pants before,” he murmured in the space between them. Morana felt a chuckle leave her, as it turned into a full-blown laugh. “Me neither.”
“I’m not sure my lack of control around you is a good thing,”
“You realize we’re in a relationship, right?”
“Relationships work with communication,”
“Because deep down, Mr. Predator, you’re a good man who has been waiting all his life to be able to share with someone. You just need to trust in this connection, trust in me enough.”
