Part of me wants to break it down and follow her. I want to do every dirty thing I fantasized about this morning. I want to do things I don’t even dare to fantasize about, too. Things like kissing away the tears on her cheeks. Pulling her into my embrace not to f**k her but just to feel her warmth, her softness, her aura.
But there’s no time for any of that s**t.
There is only time for war.
I head downstairs. My men are readying themselves in the courtyard. I head straight for the Jeep. Gaiman and Jax fall in line behind me.
“Careful,” Gaiman cautions. “You may have the upper hand right now, but this b***h has teeth. She might bite.”
I smile. “I look forward to seeing her try.”
The meeting is to be held at a small upscale hotel in the middle of nowhere, an hour and a half away from c
