“Who the fuck is we?”
Her eyes stay on mine, that hint of fire still flickering.
“You and me.”
“Did I claim you?” I ask, my voice husky. That fire slowly dims and I hate it. I never want to see that fire fade from her eyes. It’s what draws me in, holds me hostage. Evie tries to take a step back, tears filling her eyes and it nearly breaks me. Ignoring the rest of the guys, I squeeze her neck tighter. I walk her backwards until I slam her back against the wall. She jolts but doesn’t say a word. My eyes search hers. What am I searching for? Does she really want me? Is this what I want? I stole her for one purpose and one purpose only, and now I’m standing here debating whether to claim her or not.
“Answer me,” I growl low in my throat. Evie sniffs and pulls her head back to look up at me.
“No.” Her teeth are clenched and her jaw is locked tight. She’s pissed but at who? Me or herself? I shouldn’t be playing these games with her head, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
“You would like it, wouldn’t you? If I claimed you here and now.”
“Fuck you, Drake.”
“We are long past that stage don’t you think, darlin’?” Leaning in, I press my lips to the corner of her mouth. It only takes a second for her to react. Her teeth sink into my lip and I growl so loud I’m sure the whole fucking place heard it. The guys that are tied up are being quiet, no doubt waiting to see what will become of them, but I’m lost at the moment. Lost to a woman that I didn’t think I could have. With a chuckle I pull back and run my tongue over the blood on my lip.
“You like fuckin’ with me, don’t you?” I ask her. Evie keeps her head high even as I tighten my hold on her. She doesn’t look away as the sweet oxygen she needs slowly leaves her lungs. When I see the color changing in her face, I release her neck.
“Don’t claim me. I don’t care, Drake. You aren’t the only man who can make me feel good.”
Her words anger me and I know that’s what she’s going for. She likes seeing me unhinged and on edge. She likes knowing that she can push me until I break. Pulling my knife free I bring it to her neck. One long cut and blood rushes the surface. I lean down and run my tongue through it before dragging my lips to hers. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I kiss her roughly.
“Did you really think I would let you go that easily?” She doesn’t smile or speak. I step back and turn to face the guys as they stare at me.
“Let’s get this shit movin’. I got others to find.”
Demon smirks and moves to the first asshole, pulling the blindfold from his face. He blinks rapidly as he looks up at me. My knife still glistens with the blood of my girl on it.
“What do you want? I have money!” he yells and I laugh.
“Money. Money from women that you exploited. Right?” I ask cocking my head to the side. He looks around quickly as if looking to see if there is someone here that can save him. There isn’t.
“I can explain.”
I don’t let him. Instead, I slice through his throat and move on. One by one I kill the assholes that are involved in the human trafficking ring. I know the mayor is the ring master behind all of this and eventually I will get my hands on him, but for now, I will take what I can get. Each kill is over too fast. I know I don’t have time to sit here and kill all ten men slowly, show them what I truly am since they are all missing in action. That doesn’t settle anything in my chest though.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen. We have the finale of the day!” I yell as I pull the blindfold off and gag from Cory’s mouth. His eyes lock with mine as soon as he can blink.
“You’re makin’ a mistake fuckin’ with me,” he hisses, spit flying from his lips. I chuckle.
“I don’t think so. In fact, you made many mistakes. Firstly, you got involved in somethin’ that I truly hate. Then you drug your woman into it,” I tell him when Evie clears her throat. I can’t help but laugh. “Sorry. My woman.”
“Evie? What the fuck is this?” Cory’s voice thunders through the room. Evie steps up next to me, a smile on her face. “I was told you were taken!”
“She was. I took her and now she’s mine. I thought about killin’ her. That was the initial plan anyway, but look at that perfect flesh,” I say moving the knife to her cheek and smearing the blood that already coats it on her. “What a waste would that have been.”
“You stupid bitch!”
Evie takes my knife from my hand and looks up at me. I nod my head giving her the go ahead that she’s looking for before nodding to Stash. He moves in behind Cory, holding him steady even as he fights. Evie moves to kneel in front of him, coming face to face with the man who ruined her life.
“I’ve dreamt of the day you would die. I’ve craved it. I could taste it on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t do it. Not with your little followers,” she says, pressing the tip of the blade into her finger. My cock is straining against my jeans. There is nothing quite as beautiful as what’s taking place in front of me right now.
“You bitch! I gave you everything!”
“You gave me nothing. You took everything! I never wanted you, I never wanted your club. I wanted a life, a child, a family!”
Cory laughs and it pisses me off. Those are her dreams. It doesn’t matter if they are the same as his or mine, they are hers.
“And you think he’s gonna give you that?” He nods in my direction.
Evie looks up at me over her shoulder and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. I’d give it to her. I’d give her everything she’s ever dreamt of in this moment. She turns back to Cory, pressing the tip of the knife into his throat. His eyes are wild as he stares at her, he doesn’t think she will do it and I know in my heart that she will.
“That girl. I can’t get her out of my head. I can see those eyes of hers every single night in my dreams. She haunts me,” she whispers the last three words and it tears my fucking heart in half. I move forward and rest my hand on her shoulder, letting her know that I’m here and I’m not fucking going anywhere.
“You had to learn your place!” Cory spits.
“My place was never to hurt women! You sick son of a bitch. I will meet you in hell and I will enjoy watching Satan himself fuck you in the fire.” She plunges the knife into his throat, blood spraying from the wound. When she pulls the blade free, more blood sprays. It’s a high for me to see it but knowing that she’s the one that took his life? That seals my fate with this woman. I lean down and pull her to her feet in front of me.
“My dark angel,” I say running my hand through her hair.