8. Lucia
W hen Jameson and I were alone, something came over me. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or that he was like one of my book boyfriends come to life, but I decided I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by. I doubted I would ever meet a hot biker interested in me again.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked, trying my best to be flirtatious even though I was super drunk.
A smirk curved Jameson’s lips. God, he was so hot. “Whatever you want. I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do.”
I didn’t think men were that perfect in real life. Instead of replying, I decided to use the liquid courage and climbed onto Jameson’s lap.
My heart was racing as I pressed my mouth to his. His hands gripped my hips as his tongue parted my lips, and I almost moaned in his mouth.
I felt his length growing under me, and I started to grind against him. He broke the kiss with a groan, then started kissing and nipping my neck.
I moved my hair to one side as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin. I continued to ride him, enjoying the feel of his thick cock beneath me.
His hand fisted my hair, and he brought my lips back to his and began kissing me again. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me; it was like a scene straight out of my romance novels.
After a few minutes, I broke the kiss with a gasp. My lips stung as I panted for breath, my eyes locked with Jameson’s. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. “I want you. Now,” he practically growled.
The alcohol emboldened me. “Then take me.”
He didn’t hesitate. Grabbing my thighs, he stood, lifting me with him. He carried me to the bed and set me down, then started to undress.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he slid off his cut, then his shirt, revealing a defined six-pack.
Thank you, God.
His pants were next, and my gaze went to his bulging boxer briefs.
I licked my lips, excited and nervous at the same time. He walked over to me and tugged at my jeans. “You next.”
I unbuttoned my jeans, then let him pull them off. He climbed on the bed over me, then helped me take off my shirt. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he rasped.
Oh God.
He crushed his lips to mine, pressing his erection against my hot center. I gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss. He kissed along my jaw and down the side of my neck to my chest.
I wasn’t wearing a bra with my top, and Jameson took full advantage, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. Arching against him, I hissed in pleasure as he teased and played with the sensitive bud.
He moved to my other breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking it like the other. He snaked a hand down to my sex, sliding between my wet folds to play with my clit. His other hand massaged the breast not in his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, writhing beneath him. I was going to orgasm before he even put his cock inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my breast, licking around my nipple. “I bet you’re going to come all over my fingers.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, tipping my head back. Jameson slipped his fingers inside me, causing me to moan again. His thumb rubbed my clit as he pumped his fingers and took my nipple back in his mouth.
And I came on his fingers in less than a minute.
Jameson sat up, bringing his eyes to mine as he pulled his fingers from inside me and put them in his mouth, thoroughly sucking my orgasm off them.
I almost came again.
“Mmm,” he murmured with a smirk. “So fucking good.”
He moved down my body, placing my legs over his shoulders and gripping my hips. He blew air on my hot center and I jerked.
Smirking, he licked his lips before he leaned forward and licked me from my opening up between my folds. I gasped, arching against him as he teased my clit with his tongue and teeth.
Jameson was making noises ranging from growls to groans of pleasure. As I writhed beneath him, he held me tighter, pushing his face deeper into my sex.
I’d never had any kind of oral sex before. When I’d lost my virginity back in high school, there was groping and making out, but nothing else besides actual penetration. Same with Gabe in New Orleans.
What I was experiencing was beyond my wildest dreams. I’d read about it in my books but never thought I’d get to experience it for myself.
I was even happier that I’d made the decision to leave home. Otherwise, I never would’ve met Jameson and be living one of my fantasies come to life.
His tongue plunged inside me, and he expertly circled it along my walls. I moaned, on the brink of orgasm again, arching myself against Jameson’s mouth to push him deeper.
After a few more swirls of his tongue, I came undone. My thighs trembled as I cried out, and Jameson held me tighter, still devouring me like I was a gourmet meal.
Tremors ran through me, and my body went limp. Jameson made that sexy growl as he sucked my pussy lips, then licked me clean.
Oh. My. God.
Sitting up, he licked his reddened, swollen lips. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe he was with me. Guys like him usually were more interested in girls like Elise, not chubby Latinas from Miami.
“That … that was amazing,” I whispered, still feeling the buzz of the orgasm. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
He arched a brow, smirking those full lips of his. “Well, I hope you’re ready for more because I’m just getting started.”
I laughed, a little in disbelief. “Am I dreaming?”
Jameson chuckled, sliding off the bed. He swiftly took off his underwear, and my jaw dropped at his hardened shaft. I whimpered, unable to speak.
He grabbed his jeans and took his wallet out of his back pocket, then fished out a condom. He never took his eyes from mine as he ripped open the wrapper and easily slid it over his cock.
He’d definitely done that a time or two.
Climbing back on the bed, he knelt between my legs. “Are you okay with this?”
I wanted him more than anything in the whole world at that moment, but a knot formed in my throat. Nodding, I gulped. “Yes. I just … don’t have a lot of experience.”
He responded with a small but genuine smile. “Okay. I’ll take it slow.”
I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Okay.”
Jameson slowly crawled over me, placing his hands on the sides of my shoulders as he nestled against me. I could feel his erection press against my sex, and I shuddered.
“You okay?” he asked, his face now inches from mine.
I nodded again. “Yes.”
He moved his hand between us and guided his cock to my opening. His eyes met and held mine as he slowly pushed himself inside me, inch by inch.
I hissed from the painful pleasure, and he stilled.
“No!” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
A gruff chuckle escaped him as he resumed entering me. When he was all the way in, I felt so full; so gloriously full.
Jameson’s eyes closed as he began pumping his hips, languidly moving in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. That pretty pussy hugs my cock perfectly.”
I moaned in response, trying to focus on all the sensations coursing through me. Pleasure, pain, the buzz of alcohol, and the heady haze of lust.
He brought his lips to mine as he increased his pace, stretching me more and more with every thrust. Our tongues tangled, and the sweet taste of my sex and whiskey flooded my mouth.
I was already close to coming again. Jameson was definitely experienced, and it showed in the way he arched and dipped his hips in perfect rhythm.
I moaned with each thrust, climbing closer and closer to the brink of orgasm again. I’d never felt this way before, and now I knew why people became addicted and thousands of novels centered around sex.
The way Jameson was fucking me was pure ecstasy.
He slipped his hand around my waist to the small of my back and arched me up. A couple more pumps of his hips was all it took to make me come again, and I cried out his name as my body shook in bliss.
He let out a guttural groan, thrusting a few more times before he stilled inside me. We both panted for breath, staring at each other as we floated down from the high of orgasm.
“That was …”
“Amazing,” Jameson finished.
I smiled lazily up at him, fighting to keep my eyes open. “Yes. Amazing,” I murmured before I drifted off to sleep.
The following morning, I woke up to the feel of Jameson pressing his cock against my ass. A smile curved my lips as I pushed back against him, making him groan.
He nipped my shoulder, then my earlobe. “Can I have you again?”
I had to be dreaming. If I was, I was going to enjoy the dream while it lasted. I nodded, a throaty giggle escaping me.
“Thank fuck,” he said, his hand slipping between us. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d said no.”
A gasp was my response because his head pressed against my entrance, and he slowly pushed himself the rest of the way into me.
I felt even fuller than the night before. The position must’ve allowed him deeper access because I didn’t know how he was farther inside me than the last time.
Jameson began to pump his hips as a hand came up and grabbed one of my breasts. I hissed from the sensation, still sore from last night but wanting as much as I could get of the painful pleasure.
Because I didn’t think I’d ever hook up with someone like Jameson again. Girls like me didn’t land guys like him.
Jameson let go of my breast and gripped the back of my neck, pushing me forward. His thrusts quickened, and I couldn’t help but moan as he pounded into me, rougher than he was last night.
And I was loving every single second of it.
“God, I love your pussy. The way you hug my cock,” Jameson growled. “I can’t get enough.”
I was so caught up in the pleasure and lust that there was no way I could respond.
I pushed back against him, and he growled, thrusting harder and faster. His other hand snaked around to play with my clit, and after a few strokes of his fingers, I cried out in bliss.
Jameson pumped into me a few more times, then pulled out of me with a groan. I could hear him panting for breath behind me, and when he finally caught it, I felt him moving off the bed.
He was holding his cock in one hand as he made his way to the bathroom. “Gonna hop in the shower real quick and get cleaned up.” He smirked at me. “Don’t get out of that bed.”
I stifled a giggle. “Yes, sir.”
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I quickly checked it to see what time it was and if Elise had sent me any messages. It was still early, a little before eight in the morning, so I doubted Elise was awake.
Especially if she had a night like mine.
A smile curved my lips. I was sore but sated in a way I never knew possible. I was kind of worried that Jameson set the bar too high for anyone else.
Jameson came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing just a towel. His long hair was put up in a messy bun on top of his head, and I couldn’t help but look him up and down.
“Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk.
My cheeks heated. “Very much.”
He let the towel fall, and his cock was at full attention even though he’d just came. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re never going to get out of that bed.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, not opposed to the idea of staying in bed with Jameson all day. Hell, I might just stay in bed with him for the two days we had left in Vegas.
He growled before pouncing on top of me. I squealed with delight as he climbed under the covers with me and nudged my legs open with his knees, seating himself between my thighs. The press of his warm shaft against my aching sex made me gasp, and Jameson crushed his lips to mine, threading his fingers in my hair.
That was all we did for a few minutes. Touching and making out like two hormonal teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Jameson tore his mouth from mine, panting. “I don’t know what you do to me, but I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
I smiled, my lips stinging. “The feeling is mutual.”
He kissed me again, then slipped inside me. I moaned in his mouth as Jameson pumped his hips, deep but slow, and the way he fucked me seemed different from before. Like it meant something.
His hands caressed my body as his lips roamed my skin. Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, I was completely lost in Jameson and the feel of him in me and all over me.
No words were spoken; only lustful moans, throaty breaths, and the sound of our skin slapping together created a symphony I never wanted to end.
When we both found our orgasm, I felt like I was in a daze. I’d never experienced anything like what we’d just done, but I knew it was more than just some casual hookup.
I didn’t notice Jameson had gotten out of bed until he was climbing back in it. My body was limp, buzzing with the aftershock of the orgasms he had given me.
He pulled me against him, spooning me. As I drifted back to sleep, I heard him murmur, “What the hell am I going to do?”
When I woke up a couple of hours later, Jameson wasn’t in bed with me. I checked my phone, and it was a little past noon.
I decided to take the opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom and text Elise.
Plus, I had to pee.
I scooted out of bed, then winced as I started walking. Even when I’d lost my virginity, my vagina hadn’t hurt like it was now.
I sat to pee with a hiss of pain, then opened the text I had from Elise.
E: Hey hope you had as good a night as I did ;) we’re about to eat breakfast and go down to the pool if you want to join us
Me: My night was amazing. I’ll see what Jameson wants to do, but I’m pretty sure he wanted to stay in bed all day
In the time it took for me to wash my hands and brush my teeth with the complimentary set the hotel provided, Elise had texted me back.
Elise: Get it, girl! Keep me posted so I know you haven’t been kidnapped
Me:Same
My hair was a mess, so I quickly ran what I assumed was Jameson’s brush through it, then put on the robe hanging by the door and went to find Jameson. He wasn’t in the bedroom, so I went into the living area and found him wheeling a room service cart toward me.
“Hey,” he greeted with a grin, making my abdomen coil.
“Hey,” I replied.
“Thought you might be hungry so I got us some room service.”
The thought made butterflies swarm my stomach. “Thank you. Olivia said she and your brother were going down to get breakfast and then hang out by the pool.”
He gave me a smirk. “Well, I had different plans for today.”
The look he was giving me made me wet. I knew exactly what he meant, but I still asked, “What?”
He pushed the cart past me and into the bedroom. “I meant what I said about not leaving the bed. I want as much of you as I can get before you leave.”
My sex clenched. “You can’t be serious.”
He let out a gruff chuckle. “Oh, I’m serious. The only reason I left you alone in that bed was because we need to eat. But after that, you’re getting back in that bed, and I’m fucking you until neither of us can see straight anymore.”
Jameson was true to his word. After we ate, he took me back to the bed and fucked me senseless. I couldn’t have told you my name if you had asked me once he was finally finished, and we fell back asleep again.
When I woke up again, I heard the sound of water running. The door to the bathroom was cracked, and I got up to see what was going on.
Jameson was lighting candles and putting them around the tub as it filled up with water. “Hey.”
He looked over his shoulder at me, giving me that handsome smile. “Hey. I thought you might like to take a bath after the past twenty-four hours we’ve had.”
I never thought a tough-ass biker could be so considerate. My body filled with warmth, and I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips. “Thank you. That sounds amazing.”
He turned off the water, then walked toward me. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. I was thinking about ordering a pizza.”
I bet I wore the stupidest grin as I looked up at him. “That sounds amazing, also.”
He laughed, then leaned down and kissed me. “Have fun.”
Then he walked out. I squealed in delight as I padded over to the garden tub and slowly stepped in.
“Ah,” I sighed as I sank under the water, leaving just my head and shoulders exposed. The water was the perfect temp and felt great against my sore muscles.
All of them.
As I soaked, I couldn’t help but think about Jameson. He was like a dream come true, and the thought of leaving him made me sad.
Snap out of it, Luz, he’s just a guy.
A really, really hot guy.
Not to mention, considerate and funny. He was my perfect book boyfriend come to life, and I was planning to leave him the next day.
How stupid was that?
Back home, I’d never even considered having a relationship. My dad made it clear that the only one I would have would be within the cartel network, and those were almost always transactional and loveless.
Now, I was experiencing real romance; the kind I’d always read about yet never thought I’d have. Would I be a fool to give it up?
I snorted at myself. I’d only known Jameson for a day and I was acting like he was the one. There was no way that could be true.
Could it?
I shook my head, trying to talk some sense into myself. What was important was getting to Seattle and starting my new life, not a fling with a hot biker from Vegas. I needed to focus on that and not the possibility of a fairy tale.
I finished up in the bath, then put a robe on and went out to the living area. Jameson sat on the couch with a pizza box on the table in front of him. “Hey.” He smiled. “Did you have a nice bath?”
A small smile tipped my lips. “I did. Thank you.”
“Pizza just got here a few minutes ago.”
“Perfect,” I said, walking over and sitting beside him. “I’m starving.”
As we ate, I prepared myself to leave. Our checkout time was tomorrow so I definitely needed to go back to our hotel and get my things together. “I’ve had a really great time with you,” I said once I finished eating.
Jameson smiled warmly at me, tucking a strand of my loose hair behind my ear. “Me too.”
My stomach knotted, my breath catching in my throat. “I need to get back to my hotel. Our checkout is tomorrow.”
His face fell, and he nodded. “Okay. I can give you a ride.”
“I have to text Olivia and see what her plans are,” I said, taking out my phone.
“I think my brother was taking her to a show or something,” Jameson informed me.
I furrowed my brows as I brought up my text thread with Elise. Sure enough, she’d sent me a text about going to a show with Raleigh and that she would meet me back at the hotel.
I sighed, not wanting to leave but knowing I needed to. “I’m gonna get dressed.”
I went back into the bedroom and found my clothes from the night before and put them on. I went back out to meet Jameson, who was standing by the window looking down at the fountains. “I’m ready.”
He glanced over at me. “Stay.”
My brow furrowed. “I can’t.”
“Please. You’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m never going to see you again, so let me have just one more night with you.”
The look on his face was so endearing that it made my chest tighten. My resolve was already almost nonexistent, so his pleas were enough to change my mind. “Okay,” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure he heard me until he swept me up into his arms, crushing his lips to mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me back into the bedroom, stripping me of the clothes I’d just put on.
I knew what we were doing was a mistake, but I couldn’t help myself. I doubted I’d ever meet someone like Jameson again, so I wanted as much of him as I could get.
Once we were both naked, he laid me down on the bed, still kissing me. He entered me, and from that moment on, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. We were always connected, always touching and tasting, learning everything about the other in intimate ways no one else had before.
I didn’t want the night to end, and emotion threatened to overwhelm me several times throughout the night. What was this man doing to me that had me feeling the way I was in less than two days?
Jameson fucked me over and over again, taking me to ecstasy and beyond more times than I could remember. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I wasn’t sure how I would be able to leave him when I felt so connected to him.
I didn’t know anything about sex or love, but several times, I felt like he wasn’t just fucking me but making love to me. The connection between us was too intimate, the touches too reverent, and the kisses too deep to just be sex.
But what did I know? I was practically a virgin before I met Jameson.
I wasn’t sure what time it was when we finally fell asleep. And I didn’t know how much time had passed when I was woken up by the sound of two men talking.
I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I recognized Jameson’s voice first, then his brother’s after a few seconds. I put on the robe I’d been using the past two days, then went to see what was going on.
They both looked at me when I walked in. For some reason, they seemed tense. “Hey,” I greeted. “Where’s Olivia?”
“Asleep in my room. I ordered room service and mimosas and was going to bring them over here when it arrived. I’ll go wake her up, and we’ll be back,” Raleigh answered.
“I’d wait until the mimosas come before you wake her,” I joked. “She is not a morning person.”
“I beg to differ,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows with a laugh.
I scrunched my nose. “I did not need to know that.”
When his brother left, Jameson came over and kissed me. “Did you sleep okay?”
I nodded. “Yes. Although, I’m not sure how much I got. I don’t know when we fell asleep.”
He chuckled, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Me either. These past two days are definitely ones to remember.”
My cheeks heated as a smile curved my lips. “I’ll never forget them.”
Jameson’s eyes searched mine for a few seconds, then he leaned down and kissed me again. “I don’t know how I’m going to let you go.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my forehead against his chest. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I know.”
We stood like that for a few minutes until there was a knock on the door. Jameson kissed the top of my head again, then went to open the door.
“Mimosas, bitches!” Elise shouted as she walked in. Raleigh pushed the room service cart behind her.
I couldn’t help but laugh at my friend.
She eyed me up and down as she poured both of us a glass. “Look at you, you dirty slut. You look like something the cat dragged in.”
My face heated again, embarrassment flooding me as I shook my head at her.
Elise brought me a glass, then clinked it with hers. “To being properly fucked.”
I chuckled before taking a sip. Elise downed hers in a few seconds. “Drink up, we have to get back to our hotel soon and check out.”
Shit, I’d forgotten about that. I drank the rest of my mimosa, then said, “I’m going to get dressed.”
My stomach started to hurt as I got dressed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from hunger, sadness, or both. I really didn’t want to leave Jameson, but we’d just had a fling, right? It would look crazy if I changed my plans to stay in Vegas for him.
Yeah, totally crazy.
I went back out, and Elise was drinking another mimosa. Jameson brought me a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. “Thank you,” I said, smiling warmly at him.
He kissed me again. “My pleasure.”
Elise brought me another mimosa as well. “Damn, you must have some fine pussy because that man is whipped.”
I frowned. “What? No, he’s not. He’s just being courteous.”
I sat down and took a bite as she said, “That boy is in love.”
I almost spit out the sip of the mimosa I’d just drank. “No, he’s not. We just met.”
Elise giggled. “Haven’t you heard of love at first sight? He can’t even stop looking this way.”
I glanced up to see Jameson looking at me with a warm but sad smile. I focused on my food. “Girl, shut up and eat. We have to get back to our room.”
After we drank and ate, I stood, and the room started to spin. I stuck my arms out to balance myself as nausea washed over me, and I saw Jameson walk toward me with a concerned look on his face. “Hey, are you okay?”
My vision started to blur, the dizziness and nausea worsening. I felt myself falling, but Jameson caught me. The last thing I remember before everything went black was Jameson yelling, “What the fuck did you do, Raleigh?”
When I woke up, I wasn’t in Jameson’s hotel room anymore. I was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar house.
I tried to sit up, but both my wrists and ankles were tied.
Panic filled me, and my heart pounded as I tried to figure out where the fuck I was and what was going on.
I attempted to call out for help, but a gag was tied around my mouth.
Oh my God, my dad’s men found me.
My eyes stung with tears, and my chest tightened as I processed what was happening. I couldn’t remember anything after Elise and Raleigh came to Jameson’s hotel room.
My mind raced with questions. Where was I? Did my dad’s men hurt Jameson? Did they take Elise too?”
I had to get out of there.
I wriggled and squirmed on the bed, trying to loosen my restraints. But then I looked down and noticed I was zip-tied.
Shit. Zip ties were almost impossible to get out of. Or at least that was what I’d heard when watching true crime documentaries.
The door opened, and I stilled, waiting to see my kidnappers.
Jameson walked in the room, a stoic expression on his face.
My brows furrowed as I tried to speak around the gag, but all that came out were unintelligible mumbles.
His eyes softened. “I’m sorry, Lucia.”
My eyes widened. How did he know my real name?
He sighed, sitting in a chair in the corner. “I bet you’re really confused right now. I’m going to explain everything.”
He was right. I was confused, pissed, and hurt. Even though we’d spent only two nights together, it had really meant something to me. I’d felt … something between us. I’d thought he’d felt it too. Guess I was crazy to think a hot guy like Jameson would be interested in me.
So much was running through my mind. Did my dad hire some bikers to find me instead of his own men so that I wouldn’t expect them?
I thrashed against my restraints, trying to scream, but silenced by the gag.
“That’s not going to help. We’re in the middle of the desert.”
I made eye contact with him and frowned, then he frowned in return.
“I’m going to remove your gag so we can talk.”
He stood and came over to me on the bed, then untied the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I wiggled my jaw and licked my lips. “Who the fuck are you?”
He chuckled. “Everything I told you is true. My name is Jameson. I’m a biker with the Forsaken MC.”
“Where’s Elise?” I asked, more worried about my best friend than myself.
A smirk curved his lips. “Who’s Elise?”
How could someone be so hot yet so irritating at the same time? “Olivia, asshole. Obviously you know that if you know my name is Lucia.”
He sat back down in the chair. “She’s safe.”
That didn’t make me feel better at all. “If you hurt her, I swear to God, I will kill you.”
He chuckled. “I like this side of you; so feisty. Although I do prefer the naked and moaning version better.”
I was pissed off and turned on at the same time. “Fuck you.”
His smirk fell a little, and a humorless chuckle escaped him. “I’d like that, but I don’t think you’ll let me touch you again.”
“Damn right, I won’t. You kidnapped me.”
He looked down at the floor between his legs but didn’t respond.
The anger and adrenaline started to recede, being replaced by fear and hopelessness. “Are you going to kill me?”
His head whipped up, his brow furrowing. “What? No.”
I could feel the sting of tears, but I fought them, not wanting Jameson to see me cry. “Then why? Did my dad pay you to find me?”
He shook his head. “It’s complicated.”
“Well, I obviously can’t go anywhere thanks to you, so please enlighten me.”
He sighed. “Remember when I told you about my sister?”
I wasn’t sure I believed anything he was saying, but it was the only information I had to go on. “Yes.”
“Well, before she got her happily ever after, she was in an abusive relationship with a cartel lord.”
I stiffened but didn’t say anything.
Jameson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “His name was Matteo Alvarez. He nearly beat her to death several times before she got away.”
My chest tightened, empathy making my heart hurt. “When she came home, he sent people after her. And they took her to his home in Mexico.”
My heart started to race as pieces of the puzzle put themselves together in my mind.
“So we went to get her back with the help of another MC.” He slowly brought his eyes to mine. “And we killed everyone there.”
My eyes widened. His club was responsible for my uncle’s death; for my father having to take his place.
Jameson leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “And now your father keeps sending his people after us in search of revenge. His men left us with a threat that he wouldn’t stop until all the Forsaken and Suicide Kings are dead.”
A lump formed in my throat as the final piece clicked into place.
I was collateral.