Dead Drop (The Guild, #2)

by Tate James

I ran a hand over my face in horror. Not at the situation, though it was unbelievable at best, but at my own shocking choice in men. Seriously? First Kai who was honey trapping me right back, and now Leon who apparently harbored secret murder tendencies? Fuck me, I needed professional help. Or a better vibrator.

Can we talk about something less depressing?” Jude huffed. “Like what?” “Like… why the Guild is trying to have me killed unofficially?” Yeah, that’s what I considered a less depressing topic.

My head knew she was probably right. But my heart…? I couldn’t accept it.

“The love I thought I had for Layla pales in comparison to the raw obsession I feel for you. You utterly consume my thoughts, day and night. Do you have any idea how dangerous that makes you?”

My only logical explanation was that my greedy cunt was exerting her power over my mind, and slowing my reflexes. She didn’t want to fight Kai off. Not really. So she was making it easy on him. Stupid fucking vaginas with minds of their own.

I just got you back, and I won’t lose you again. That’s both a threat and a promise. You’ve been mine since the moment our paths crossed, and you damn well know it.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how either Kai or Leon would react when they realized that I was no one’s but my own.

No man owned me. I was my own woman, and that’d never change, no matter how hot I found the charade.

I’d been pretty settled in the idea of being alone.

That didn’t stop me wishing he would call me, though. I missed him.

Kai froze, all his muscles tensing in a flash as a low, angry growl rolled out of him. What did he think he was, a fucking werewolf?

You got scared, because what you felt for me was real.”

could kill him with my bare hands, yet here I was, turning to fucking goo over a firm hug.

Swallowing hard and silently mourning the loss of a man I’d kind of fallen in love with, I turned my back on him.

Did I just swallow a fucking poltergeist who’d taken over my voice box?

couldn’t get it out of my head. How strong you are. How confident and utterly fucking talented. That hard as granite look in your eye when I chased you to the bridge, and the way you so blatantly lied to my face about how little you cared for me. That’s the woman I love. All you proved tonight was how incredible you are, Danny DeLuna. My Siren. All you achieved was to make me fall harder than I ever thought possible.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.”

“What do you want to know, beautiful? I can promise you I’ve not been with any other women. You’re it for me.”

It hurt, but I was no stranger to pain. Hell, it just reminded me that I was still alive most days.

“I need some space,” she announced, effectively gutting me. “This has all been… too fucking much. I don’t deal well with emotion,

“I’m not fucking with you. I’d fuck you if you’re up for it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m dead serious.

I like how wild and out of control I feel around you. Like I’m experiencing life for the first time… it’s just taking me a hot second to get my shit in order.”