“Oh, meow. Kitten has claws,” Heaven teases and claws the air like a cat.
I rub soothing circles in the middle of Gabriella’s back, biting back another grin from, seeing her get feisty.
; “Guys, I’m serious. I know it’s life or death with whatever you guys do, but I’ve experienced that before, more than once, maybe more than all of you combined.” She stops speaking when I wrap my arms around her from the back and lock her in my embrace. I need her close. She sighs and the stress leaves her body, causing her to sag against me. “I’m just saying, I want to do to him what he did to me.”
“And what’s that?” Heaven asks, prying.
“He made me afraid of the dark.”
“Same monsters live in the light, you know,” Owen says.
“At least you can see them. When it’s dark, you never know what can happen,” she says off into the distance.
We sit in brief silence after that, not really knowing what to say, and eat breakfast. Grayson finishes his plate first and tosses his napkin in the middle. “We need to come up with a plan. You,”—he points at me—“can’t leave the property. We can’t risk you getting caught and getting our names exposed like that. If we do, we will have to move somewhere else, and I happen to like it here.”
“Why can’t anyone know about where you guys live?”
“Because if criminals find out about us, they will come and try to win the throne, overtake us in a way.”
“Why not just have something cool underground then instead of a big fancy Cliff House?” she asks Grayson.
Heaven answers, “Um, because have you seen this place? It’s fucking awesome. Living underground would be gross and wet, probably cold.” He shivers at the mere thought of having to live under the dirt.
“Well, it would still be fancy, just like a hobbit house or something.”
“Do we look like hobbits?” Heaven feigns, splaying his palm against his chest. “That’s just rude.”
“No, hobbits are much cuter.” Gabriella leans against the island as she watched the horror strike across Heaven’s face.
He barely had a bump on his head last night. He was being a baby passing out like that. He’s fine now.
“That’s just insulting with how big and hairy their feet are.” Heaven bends to the side and stares at his feet to check them out.
“You know what they say about big feet.”
Hearing her joke like this puts me at ease. I’m not so much worried about the arrest warrant like I should be. I can handle the warrant. I bet I can somehow hack the system and get it erased too. I need to figure out how they found my mugshot. I thought I deleted myself off the planet unless Kendrick kept a copy.
Which he probably did because he is an asshole like that. He loved to try to ruin my life.
“Listen, I can say this; for a man, I have average sized feet, but I’m not average where it counts, so that is obviously a myth,” Heaven holds out his hand for a high-five but no one returns it. “Fine, then. I’ll just be my own teammate,” he brings his other hand up and gives himself a hard slap. “Bunch of jerks.” Heaven points to each of us. “Even you, missy.” He stops at Gabriella, wiggling his finger at her, but she just lifts a shoulder and shoves another piece of bacon into her mouth.
My eyes fall to her lips as they wrap around the piece of meat, and she moans and licks her lips. She is doing that on purpose. There is no way bacon tastes that good. I want her to do that to me, wrap those plump lips around my cock and suck me down until she’s humming for more.
“Hey, earth to Sebastian.” Owen snaps his fingers in front of me, and I look at him in a daze.
Gabriella is cleaning her fingers with her tongue, and I am too distracted to focus on anything else. I have an arrest warrant out for kidnapping, and all I can think about is her mouth on me, which probably isn’t even a good idea considering we’ve fucked so much over the last few days that I physically hurt.
“Stop staring at her. Jesus, you have the rest of your lives. We must plan. With Jaxon busy with Quinn, it’s just us. Jaxon usually makes the decisions.”
“Well, first thing is first,” I reach over to snag my laptop and turn it on. “Let me see if I can get rid of this warrant before we think of anything drastic.”
“And then we plan to kill Kendrick.” Gabriella brings up her hand and punches it with the other for added threat.
“Woah, there, killer. Someone is thirsty,” Grayson chuckles. “It takes time to make sure it all goes correctly. You can’t even remember where you were all these years, do you?” he asks Gabriella, and the wind and hope flies right out of her sails. She isn’t even thinking about specifics. She is on board to just get on with the show rather than think things through.
“I hate him so much,” she says in a weak voice. “I can’t remember anything. He always kept me drugged or locked in a room. Even when we went to the market, I had a bag over my head going there and coming back. I just know he lives on the side of a cliff in a mansion, but it’s made of stone. It isn’t too high from the water either. It was how I managed to jump and live.”