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“I still think it’s risky,” Vic says in his quiet, low voice, glancing between me and Ransom. “The Kings of Chaos have never fucked us over before, and I know they want this guy dead too. But if their intel is bad, we could be walking into a trap.”
“You wanna keep this hand?” he asks conversationally, squeezing it even tighter and making the guy contort to try to ease the pressure. “Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”
They have each other, and I don’t have anyone. No one to watch out for me. No one to have my back. No one to help me as my life spins out of control.
“If you’re going to pull a knife on me, Solnyshka, you’d better be prepared to use it,” he
Malice shakes his head. “Nah. That part, I get. Sometimes the people you love turn your love against you, and it’s the most brutal weapon in the world.”
“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”
A flush creeps up my cheeks. “No. It… it was my first time. Not just my first time getting paid, but my first time ever. Or it would’ve been if you all hadn’t come in and…” Ransom’s face darkens, his brows pulling together. “Well then, I’m even more glad we killed that son of a bitch. Your first time shouldn’t be with a man like that.”
“I’ve been staring at your lips all night. I have to know if they taste as sweet as they look.”
But this? Willow? She feels like a drug. Like something that’s going to wreck us all.
“If I’d known it was just a random guy, I wouldn’t have bothered you with it,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I barged into your place last night.”
“Look around you,” he whispers, leaning in even closer so that his lips almost touch my ear. “No one in this room knows that you’re about to come. No one but you and me. They don’t know how fucking slick you are, or how you’re grinding against my hand. They don’t know how fucking greedy you are.”
Ever since the day I stopped by to see her in her classroom, I haven’t been able to get the fucking taste of her out of my head. I need to know what it’s like when it’s not tinged with the taste of my own skin as I lick her off my fingers. It’s like a drug, and I want the purest version of it.
“He’ll pay for that. He shouldn’t have done it. Do you want me to kiss you and make it better?”
“Because you’re our responsibility. And we don’t let people hurt what’s ours.”
Our business. Our responsibility. Ours.
And although I barely allow the thought to form in my mind, there’s some part of me that doesn’t want to let her go. That wants to keep her here, now that we have her under our roof.
“You’re right. Maybe you’re not a knight,” I whisper finally. “But maybe… maybe I don’t need a white knight. Maybe I need something darker.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Solnyshka,” he murmurs. “You say all that shit about wanting a dark knight, but I don’t think you really understand what that means. I could break you so easily. I could destroy you.”
He probably would destroy me, if he got his hands on me in that way. But I must want to go up in flames, because I tilt my head up even farther, closing some of the space between our faces. Drawn to him the way I always seem to be.
“Yesli ty uydesh', ya naydu tebya,” I breathe. “Ya vyslezhu tebya i vernu tuda, gde ty dolzhna byt’.”
