Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I’d like both of us to not be single very soon, but despite what Road suggested, it’s not easy to lay out one’s feelings. So I settle on, “I can’t wait to sleep under your bed.”
His breath tickles my lips and… is he leaning toward me? Ever closer—
“Angel, there was a guy driving off just now,” Prophet says, stomping toward us. We pull apart in time, but he still reaches for his gun when he spots an additional person in the garage.
“Gods, Creep, one of these days someone’s gonna shoot you by accident, and it’ll be your own fault.”
I step away, awkward about being seen touching Angel. “I was just standing still. And the guy was here to cause trouble, but I dealt with him.”
Prophet shakes his head and looks around, his eyes settling on the blood next to the dent in the car. “Are the vultures getting fed again?”
“Not this time,” Angel says and winks at me.
He winks at me.
Prophet smirks, then points to the pickup truck outside. “Okay then, what are you standing there for? Go grab a box and help with the packing. Get a move on!”
I’m never clumsy, always painfully aware of my surroundings, but this time I turn around to look at Angel so many times, I trip on a garden hose left in the grass.
Chapter 14
Angel
As grateful as I am to Prophet for helping me out, now I want him gone, because Creep is finally in my new home, and we could finish unloading the truck ourselves. But I don’t want to be impolite to the big boss of Vulture Hollow, so I keep on smiling and take box after box as the two men hand them to me at the door.
The old me, the one from before the abduction and Stockholm Syndrome (haha) would have shaken his head in disbelief. I should be grateful my kidnapper’s awkward, and remorseful, and might just leave me alone. He’s handsome enough, yes, despite the messy hair and a propensity for making himself appear smaller than he is by slouching, but I shouldn’t want any more of his attention.
So what if I do want it?
I keep thinking about the intense way he looks at me, how worried he was when I lied to him about the heart condition, how very gently and patiently he’s been handling me. Even in moments of frustration, he hasn’t frightened me. He’s stood up for me twice already, just because I needed it.
He’s my guard dog, and while his sharp teeth are capable of ending my life, I trust him not to turn on me.
Am I naive? That’s still to be decided. I might be guided by my dick not my brain, because when he spat at Johnny on command, it definitely had my blood pumping faster. He’s got that shape I like in a man too⸺lean, but with wide shoulders. He needs to shower after carrying all the boxes, and I could brush his hair because as a hairdresser it’s an itch I need to scratch. Other than that, why not seal the deal? He clearly wants me, and I can’t pretend knowing he’s listening to me masturbate didn’t do anything for me.
When he spots me staring at him, he responds with one of those intense dark glances, and I want him in my bed even more. What’s the worst that could happen?
A lot, but it would not be the first time I’ve slept with a dangerous man. And a guy who stole my shoelace to feel closer to me can’t be that dangerous, can he?
“That’s the last of it,” Prophet says with a smile, passing me a box, but Creep snatches it.
“I’ll take it,” he says, as eager as a pup.
It’s pretty endearing, even though I’m not yet sure what’s gonna come of it.
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” I tell Prophet, and while I don’t actually want him to stay, I offer him a glass of water, like the grateful host I am.
His gaze strays past me, and he offers me a small smile. “Maybe not tonight. I think you two might want to talk,” he says, like a good wingman.
Perfect.
“Well then, I’ll probably see you at breakfast.”
“I’ll save you a seat,” Prophet says, but when he waves and winks at me, Creep frowns.
He follows his club president to the pickup with his gaze as if there was something offensive in what Prophet said.
Oh. He’s jealous. I’m reminded of that drama with Rooster. It’s a red flag, but I can’t help finding it adorable.
Creep only turns to face me once Prophet drives off. “Was the… time you spent with him okay?”
“Of course. He was the perfect gentleman,” I tell him, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let him know he’s welcome in my cabin. We’ve finished just in time, because the first drops of rain are starting to tap on the roof.