Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
A very shocked guard told me where to find Skull when I held up the half-handcuff hanging from my wrist and snarled at him.
He didn’t get in my way.
Smart man.
A woman hell bent on destruction is worse than a runaway train.
God. I don’t even know who I am any more.
“There you are!” I roar like a wild animal, shouting across the gravel lot in the center of the compound as Skull and Slider walk out of a big metal building.
Skull’s switchblade glints in the sun and my heart tries to spill out from between my ribs.
“You better not have killed my brother.”
Steps speeding, I close the distance leaving dusty gravel kicking up below my cowgirl boots.
Slider holds up his hand as I steam toward the two gigantic bikers. “Easy. You’re brother’s alive.”
I barely hear him, because I am looking at Skull’s eyes and a terrible, warm glow is filling my chest.
“Hey baby,” he murmurs, giving me a lop-sided cocky grin. “I see you ruined my handcuffs. That’s a shame. I was looking forward?—”
“Ooooh. You big idiot,” when I draw back and punch him in the gut, he oofs.
“Now get out of my way. I’m going to talk to Callum.”
“Not yet.” He blocks my path.
I scoot left and try to dodge him. He’s faster.
When I go right, he blocks me on that side too.
“You two want a basketball?” Slider asks.
“Go away,” I growl.
Skull advances on me, scooping me up. “I need you to listen to me.”
“Oh, I listened all right. When you threw, I love you out, and a bunch of other junk.”
He groans. “Sweetheart. I do love you.”
I look up at Skull, and he swallows like there’s a ton of gravel in his throat. “Did you mean what you said?”
Feeling grumpy, I reply, “I said a lot. Be specific.”
“That we were done?” He asks as shakes his head. Then he looks down at me and what I see steals my breath.
“I didn’t ever think I’d love someone, Katie. But it happened before I realized. Then it was too late. There’s no going back now. I don’t want a life that you’re not part of.”
With a groan I plant my forehead against his chest. “I want to hate you.”
“You can. You have every right to be pissed that I handcuffed you.”
“That made me really, really mad.”
“How’d you get loose?” he asks, humor in his tone.
“Haley brought a really mean saw.”
This makes his chest rumble with laughter. “Sweetheart you amaze me, but I liked those cuffs.”
“Don’t you dare, sweetheart me or say you love me. Your days of calling me endearments are over.”
He plants a kiss on my temple, to whisper in my ear, “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”
“Give me your switchblade, I’ll show you adorable.”
He has the balls to chuckle. “God, I really do fucking love you.”
“Max,” I growl his real name, wiggling against his hold. “Put me down, let me talk to Callum.”
“Later, he’s getting a beauty treatment right now.”
I go stiff in his arms. “What does that mean?”