Black Widow (Rejects Paradise 4.5)

It won’t be long, and she’ll slot straight back into my life just as she’s always meant to be.

I slip out of her arms, and it kills me. I’d do anything to spend the day wrapped in her body. Fuck knows it’s been a long time since I slipped inside a woman like this and fucked her until she was seeing stars. If things go my way, she’ll be the only woman I’ll ever fuck again, but if it doesn’t, I’ll make sure that no other bastard gets a taste of what’s mine.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to roll her onto her back, spread those pretty thighs, and taste her again. But there’s shit to get done, an empire to rebuild, and a fucking traitor to slaughter.

When your title comes as the leader of the Black Widows, work is never done, not even when you’re locked behind bars. I hear the familiar sound of a car pulling into the warehouse, and I pause for a moment, making sure it’s the sound that I’m expecting and not of an enemy already finding me. It’s only been one day since breaking out of that godforsaken prison, and there’s no way in hell that I’m going back yet. I’ll be dead before my ass is dragged back there, though there’s also a very real possibility that if this is an enemy, my death could be the goal.

It ain’t gonna happen. Not on my watch, and definitely not with Roni here.

The car comes to a screeching halt, and my hand automatically falls to the gun at my back. I pull it out from the waistband of my pants and creep toward the door until I hear car doors opening and Sebastian’s familiar grunt.

I let out a sigh of relief then listen to a scuffle followed by the sound of flesh being beaten on. There’s a loud thump, three-car doors slamming, and then tires screeching on the warehouse floors before screeching right back out.

I don’t bother going to check on the package that was just delivered. I trust my boys. I know that my delivery is right where I want it and left in a state that makes playing mind games all that much more fun. Though unfortunately for me, the fun is going to have to wait until sleeping beauty here wakes. After all, she held a gun to my head while I slept and decided to pull the trigger. Despite how I feel about her, a crime like that will not go unpunished.

CHAPTER 5

RONI

The sound of huffing pulls me from a deep sleep, and it takes a moment for me to register where I am. The past twenty-four hours have been hell, but I slept like a baby in Nic's arms. Now that the memories are rushing back, I feel like a complete idiot.

How could I have been so stupid? Not only did I try to shoot the dickhead in his sleep, but I climbed in bed with him and cried on his chest as though he wasn’t a dangerous, psychotic, escaped criminal.

I’m not just an idiot; I’m a complete fool. He could have slit my throat while I slept or taken advantage of me. God, what was I thinking?

My stare instantly lands on Nic as he sits across the bunker on the couch. I had only just claimed it as mine last night, though considering I took over his bed, I guess it’s only fair.

His lethal gaze is already on mine and judging by the scowl that accompanies it, I’d dare say that someone is a little sour that he’s had to wait for me to wake, but seriously? What is this? I was just kidnapped from my home. Why bother waiting until I wake for whatever deranged plan he has for me today. He could have just dragged me out of bed by my ankle, which would have been a massive step up to the way he dragged me out of my apartment.

My glare sharpens. “What?” I snap, hating the way that he’s watching me with a gaze that could not only tear me apart but one that could set my body on fire in all the best ways.

Nic rolls his eyes as though my snappy attitude is beneath him. He clambers off the couch and checks his gun. “Get up,” he orders, tearing his stare off mine and ripping something right out of my chest as he does.

I struggle to catch a breath as he gets up and disregards me as though I'm nothing. Why does that hurt so much? He held me through the night, even though I tried to kill him. Doesn’t that count for something? Maybe I’m reading into this too much, and he’s just trying to gain my trust to make manipulating me that much easier.

Fuck. Why does his mind have to be so twisted? I hate not being able to read him while he seems able to read me like a damn book.