Intense

How could I hate a man who made me feel that way?

We headed out toward the car, and nervousness flickered through my stomach.

16

Emory

We didn’t talk much as we got into the car, strapped Mason down in his car seat in the back, and hit the open road.

I didn’t drive too fast. Travis was trailing us, making sure nobody was following, or at least trying to. Travis was good at what he did, but after this morning I was beginning to think that Omar was more dangerous than I had thought. The men in his cell weren’t all that well trained, but Omar himself knew what he was doing, and he could carry the group to new heights.

Which was incredibly dangerous for us. Earlier, I woke up to the sound of Mason’s crying coming through the baby monitor. I looked at Tara, sleeping soundly, and quickly switched it off. I couldn’t wake her up, not when I knew that the most difficult part of this was still ahead of us. So long as Omar was out there, I knew we were in for more violence and fear, more blood.

I could tell something was on her mind as we drove, but I didn’t press. I didn’t think it was my place, but more than that, I was worried I was tangling myself too closely with her. I needed to be able to remain objective, to make decisions that were best for everyone. If she began to get into my head and cloud my mind, I didn’t know what might happen.

I had to face it though. That had already fucking happened. The girl had lodged herself so deeply in my mind that I could barely think of anything other than her sweet pussy. That look on her face as I fucked her until she came returned to my mind over and over again, and every time it sent a sharp thrill down my spine.

The only thing I wanted was to make her feel that way again. I wanted to sink my cock deep between her legs and make her moan.

And then there was Mason. My son. I didn’t know what I wanted with him, what he meant to me, but when I held him in my arms and fed him that bottle, I felt something inside me that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. I’d thought that part of me had died out on the battlefield, but apparently it hadn’t.

I’d become hardened over the years. Battle after battle and countless deaths, many of them by my own hands, had scarred me. And those scars had healed hard, making me tough, making it hard to really injure me. You could hurt my body, but I thought nobody could hurt my soul.

Until I held that baby and fed him at least. And then I was beginning to question absolutely everything.

It was getting late as we sped down the highway. I hadn’t seen Travis in about an hour, but that meant he was just scanning along in front or behind us. I wished I had a less conspicuous car, but I had to admit that I loved the speed and the power at my disposal.

I checked the clock. “How about a rest stop?” I said to Tara.

She looked up at me, almost surprised that I had spoken. “Uh, sure. I thought we were driving straight there?”

“I need to make a call. We’re close.”

“Fine. Whatever you need.”

I kept my eyes on the road. “I know this is hard. Just trust me.”

“I keep saying that I do.”

“I know what you say, but I really only care about what you do.”

“And what am I doing wrong?”

“Nothing. Yet. Sooner or later, though, you’re going to want to disobey something. Resist that temptation.”

“I’m sorry, but is this the part of the night where you’re an asshole for no reason?”

I grinned at her. “Everything I do has a reason.”

“I doubt that.”

“Why?”

“What about earlier then? Was there reason behind that?”

“Sure. I wanted your fucking nice little pussy, so I took it.”

She made a face. “You didn’t take anything.”

“You’re right. I gave you what you wanted, too.”

“Now you’re just lying.”

Suddenly, going around eighty miles an hour, I pulled off the highway and headed down to a rest stop off-ramp. The ramp was designed for cars going much slower, and so we were pulling pretty fast and hard, tires screeching along the pavement. Tara clutched onto the dash, eyes wide as I took the ramp going way too fast, screaming toward the lot.

“Holy shit!” she said.

I hit the brakes, cutting the speed, and swung easily into the parking lot. She stared at me as I parked, her eyes wide. “What the hell was that for?” she asked.

“If we are being followed, hopefully that threw them off.”

“Warn me next time.”

“And miss that look on your face? No, thanks.”

She shook her head. “Asshole.” She climbed out of the car and checked on Mason, who seemed totally fine.