Chapter 29
Eve
My hand falls to my side as I watch Atlas and Kor climb into Wylder’s truck with him at the wheel, ready to drive them nearly three hours away to a town at the base of the Rockies – the place one of Atlas’s men spotted Wade just an hour ago.
Why the fuck is Wade in Colorado?
He can’t answer my phone calls, but he can mosey around playing tourist in the fucking mountains like he’s got all the time in the world.
But he doesn’t. We don’t.
Hell, Atlas was supposed to be dead already with Roman on his way to prison. Instead, Atlas just kissed me goodbye like a starved man and Roman has his arm wrapped around me while he waves goodbye to the others.
He wanted to go with Atty and Kor to find Wade, but I need him here.
Our pre-trial is today and as the self-appointed liable party for Roman and everything he does, I need him here with me.
I don’t give a fuck about Thompson, but I do care about Sawyer, and he doesn’t deserve the backlash a fuck up like that would cause.
The meeting today will determine how much longer they’re obligated to stay in town and while I don’t want them to leave, it’s also pretty damn hard to plan a murder with three made men living under my roof.
Kortez is paying too much attention to my every move and Roman tries to help with everything so he’s constantly checking in on me.
Atlas is just happy I’m willing to try things with him again and he’s constantly at my side.
The only one who knows the truth is Wyld, and even he’s been acting weird lately.
We were together for a year before he caught me and Viv in my bedroom talking about how we would get away with murder.
Viv has known practically since the beginning and barely blinked an eye when I told her my plan to kill my ex-boyfriend – but what are best friends for?
She watched me break and put myself back together more times than I could count.
She understood.
I didn’t understand Wyld’s immediate understanding, though, and I really didn’t expect him to want in. Now I think it may be because he’s been in love with me a lot longer than I realized.
Wyld began to train me so when the time came, I would be strong enough to do what I needed to.
I learned self-defense and fighting with not only my fists, but how to fight dirty as well.
He taught me to shoot with every type of gun he could get his hands on so that I wouldn’t hesitate or mess up if I needed to use one.
Then, we planned.
Wyld liked the plan, he likes order. Now the plans all fucked and none of us know what to do.
Wyld is filling in for Roman to go hunt a man we’ve shared drinks with, Viv is acting weird and working odd favors to try to get this case thrown out, and I am trying to figure out how to convince Wade to spare Atlas when we go after Aldo.
Every second is another that the guys may find out what I’ve really been up to all this time. It’s more time Wade thinks the plan to kill my first love is still on, and I don’t know if he’s hunting them or not. He’s gone off the books.
Wade and I were supposed to have multiple check ins since Roman got arrested and instead, he went off the radar. With me, at least.
I’m sure he’s the reason Thompson is giving me such a hard time. There’s no doubt in my mind that Wade is controlling the trial, probably buying Thompson’s fickle loyalty right from under me. Wade isn’t who I thought he was. Then again, I’m never what anyone expects me to be.
My body jolts from the sound of gravel crunching in my driveway as Wyld backs out, shooting me a wink as he turns to look out the back windshield.
“Well, that’s a wrap. We need to start heading to the courthouse, the pre-trial starts in an hour.”
Roman follows me into the house, locking the door behind him before continuing after me and up the stairs.
“You think you can get this thing thrown out? It’s got to be illegal for the cops to withhold evidence.”
I let out a sigh as I enter my room and immediately head for my closet with Roman still hot on my heels. “It would be if they had the evidence, but they don’t. Viv said when her contact went to sign out the gun that it was missing.”
Roman lets out a soft curse. “Wade. It’s got to be.”
I let out a soft grunt of acknowledgement as I dig through my hangers, trying to find an outfit that looks good enough for court but one that also won’t feel too uncomfortable. “Maybe. Thompson isn’t doing this at all how it was supposed to be done.”
I turn to find Roman standing directly behind me. “You mean legally, right?”
My lips turn up in a soft smile, and I pray my eyes don’t give away the truth. “Yeah, Roman. Legally.”
“He has to be working with Wade. There’s no way a clean judge would think this trial has enough to run on when evidence is being withheld.
He should be going after the fucking police department!
” Roman kicks a metal trashcan in the alleyway beside the courthouse, causing it to clang as it hits the ground and rolls into a brick wall.
He continues to rant as his hands slide through his short, red hair. “It’s Wade. He wants me to stay in Colorado but why?”
He practically yells the last part, his question ringing in my ears until it turns into the answer.
Because you’re bait in a trap Wade still has set.
I don’t say it, though. I can’t.
Until I can get in touch with Wade and call him off, I can’t come clean. I have to pretend I have no clue who Wade is or why he would want my men to stay in Colorado.
Roman looks at me with a stressed look in his eyes, the corners squinted as his bottom lip goes between his teeth. “Oh, Little Moth, I’m not complaining about having to stay with you.”
I shake my head, “I wasn’t worried about – “
His long legs bring him directly in front of me before I can finish my sentence. Thunder shakes the ground as his eyes meet mine, the storm the weather man predicted coming in hot and just in time to accompany Roman’s dark mood.
“You know something, Little Moth.” His fingers come up to swipe at a raindrop that hits my cheek. “You know more than you’re saying, but it’s okay. We know you wouldn’t keep secrets unless you had to.”
My body trembles as he wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me against his chest as the rain begins to fall more steadily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles at the tremble in my voice, at the struggle of lying to him when his lips are so close to mine.
He leans forward and licks a raindrop from my upper lip, groaning as he does. “You lie so sweetly for me, Little Moth.”
The trembling gets harder as the cold rain seeps into my skin. “Roman,” My voice is a whisper, and his eyes watch the way my lips move as I continue, “I can’t.”
“Shhh.” His hand comes up to wipe my hair back from where it is plastered on my face. He kisses my temple before sliding his mouth down to my ear. “Don’t worry, Little Moth, I won’t clip your wings.”
He pulls away and once again I’m drawn into the darkness that lives within him.
At first, his nickname for me didn’t make any sense. Moths were drawn to the light, not the dark. Then I realized that moths only use light as a guide, but the darkness is where they’re at home.
Roman knows he’s my home.
His hands slide up and grab my hips, pushing me backwards until my back hits the concrete wall of the courthouse.
Rain soaks our bodies as Roman’s hands tighten around my waist, his fingers digging into my sides just as the brick digs into my back.
His nose goes into the crook of my neck, running up and down making me shiver from more than the cold. “I can’t let you get away with lying, though, Little Moth. It’s not in my blood. It’s not how the family does things.” He groans as he licks his way back up my neck. “I have to punish you.”
I shiver as his words sink in, but I don’t have the opportunity to examine them because his hand slips into the front of my skirt, his icy fingers immediately finding my clit.
“Fuck, Roman!” I reach down and grab his wrist, trying to pull him away to give my clit some relief from the way he’s already rubbing cold circles over it.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
He keeps rubbing and a low moan escapes my lips, somehow breaking the spell he has over me and letting his words sink in through the lust.
Punish me?
I look up to see his eyes closed as he dips a finger into me, his fingers slowly warming up but still too cold for my liking. I reach down, lifting up a single foot and smiling when Roman doesn’t open his eyes. He’s obviously never had a dangerous woman in his bed and I’m happy to be the first.
My fingers grip the small dagger I have inside the hidden sheath in my boot. I have it under his neck and drawing a drip of blood before he even realizes I moved. “No one punishes me unless I ask them for it.”
He opens his eyes slowly, a small smirk growing on his rain-soaked lips. “I would say I love you if I didn’t think you’d stab me.”
I don’t let his words sink in, instead drawing the blade down his neck and to his chest. “On your knees, lover boy.”
He practically falls over trying to do as I say, a bulge growing in his pants as I lean against the wall and place a boot covered foot right over his heart. “If you’re going to make me cum, at least do it properly.”
The smile he gives me in return is as wicked as they come. “Yes, ma’am.”
His lips are cold as he kisses up my leg, making an icy path directly between my thighs until he’s raising my skirt up and sliding my panties to the side to deliver the last kiss directly on the clit he was rubbing so furiously just moments before.
He doesn’t wait for any more instructions as he dives in, his tongue swiping once more over my clit before diving between my folds and licking my inner walls like they’re the best thing he ever tasted.
My head hits the wall behind me and I close my eyes, pleasure building inside me as I clamp my mouth closed.
People rarely come into this alleyway, but the risk is still there.
Finding me blissed out against the bricks as my client feasts between my legs is nearly as bad as someone finding out I planned a murder.
Well, multiple murders.
A wet gasp escapes my lips as his fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me at a relentless pace as he follows my orders to make me cum properly.
My fingers try their best to grasp his short hair with no luck, and I end up wrapping a hand around his head and shoving him closer with less grace than I intended.
He manages to pull away, lips glistening with more than rain as he doubles down on his mission. A finger brushes against my clit, and I realize both his hands are begging for me to soak them. His tattoos contrast to the paleness of my thighs and somehow that image makes me even wetter.
His touch travels from my clit, making a wet trail to my backside as he prods against my asshole. “Has Wylder had the privilege of taking you here, yet?”
My eyes flutter as he slips his finger in, pumping both hands and making stars shoot out beneath my eyelids. “Why? Are you jealous?”
The question doesn’t sound as sharp as I’d like it, softened by my pants as my orgasm creeps closer.
“Just trying to figure out if we need to train it before you take two of us at the same time.”
The image of two of my men taking me at the same time is the catalyst I needed.
Thoughts of Wyld and Roman, or Atty and Kor, taking me at the same time has my nerve endings flooding in pleasure and my cum coating Roman’s fingers.
He jerks his fingers from my pussy and groans when my cum tries to follow, shooting down on his hand.
His finger slips from my ass as he grabs both my thighs, wrenching them open an almost painful amount before he dives back in with his mouth.
The noises he makes as he cleans up the remainder of my orgasm are downright sinful, but the look on his face when he finally pulls away is of a man down on his knees for his Goddess. Full of love and praise and wonder.
What did I ever do to deserve his worship?
He knows of my lies and still gets down on his knees when I tell him to.
I’m so fucked.
I shove my skirt down and watch as he stands, licking his lips as if he just had a fine delicacy. “Come on, Abel will be home from school soon.”
“Yes, ma’am.”