TWELVE
Harry
A familiar sense of rage courses through my veins, but tonight might be my breaking point. We fucked up the job and someone paid the price. I wasn’t far behind. As if I was being cursed for every sin I’ve ever committed, seeing her was just the icing on top of the irresistible fucking cake.
Standing there in the moonlight like an angel bestowed upon me, within arm’s reach yet completely untouchable, wearing nothing but Greg’s thin cotton fucking T-shirt. The material was so light I could see the outline of her nipples pebbling underneath it. Even the thought of what the two of them were doing before I stumbled in makes my fists clench.
What I would do to get my hands on her … I’m so fucking attracted to her it hurts my every limb, to the point I might topple over in my lust and infatuation. If only she knew.
But even if she did, she’s untouchable. To me. To most men.
I vowed that I wouldn’t put my hands on her, but I almost broke that promise tonight after she ran her hands over my body. My gentleman instincts only exist in the presence of Gigi Thomas, but I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. That woman – all five-foot-four of her, with the Bambi eyes and pink lips – pushes me to my fucking limits.
But I can’t let her in .
I’ve seen and done things no man should ever do. I can’t risk roping her into this dark, evil world I live in. She’s too pure for this earth, and if I let her get too close to me, it’s only a matter of time before I bleed her purity dry.
She doesn’t know everything about me. And when she does – she’ll hate me. More than she already does.
No matter how much I crave her, it doesn’t surpass my urgency for her to live a normal life. That’s why I’ve been so cruel to her. But my expiration date is wearing thin. For her sake, I hope she stays away, because the next time she’s within my vicinity I won’t be so forgiving.
I’ve been keeping things from her about her family. Dark secrets.
I know more about them than I’m letting on.
And if she finds out, she’ll kill me.