Epilogue
Maverick
The rain pelted down from above, as I watched her step out from the shelter and run to the letterbox, to grab the parcel sitting inside, and run back to the shelter of her porch.
I shouldn’t be here.
I know this was dangerous.
Not just for her, but for me, too.
She had so much at stake, and so did I, but I was obsessed. I had been for weeks since I met her. When I learned who she was, I should have just walked away.
But how do you walk away from someone like her?
I wanted everything to be different.
I wanted her.
And everything that came along with her.
She looked up, scanning the street, like a good girl, checking for predators. Only I was the only predator out here, watching her like a lovesick fool. Prez got his girl, so why couldn’t I have mine?
Because…of who she was.
Danger personified, and yet, I couldn’t care less. I stepped away from the tree, into the light being cast from the street lamp above. She bristled, watching me, seeing it was me, her eyes flashing with concern followed by anger, then lust. She knew why I was here.
But she was scared.
She should be.
This could fuck everything up.
“Dane…”
I moved my arm out, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her to me. My lips were on hers, cold and wet from the rain, until she warmed them up with hers. Suddenly, she pulled back, before she got too lost in the kiss. “You said–”
“Fuck what I said,” I growled against her lips. “You’re mine.”