Page 6 of Darkness

Never, ever, has there been a woman who put up a fight like Eva did. They’re always too busy crying and begging like little girls, but not Eva. No, my feisty firecracker stood up and tried to defend women she doesn’t even know.

She made me stand up and take notice. And it didn’t escape my attention that she’s not the typical type Andrés goes for. Everyone else in the shipping container was done up and sexualized. Even her sister, Ivy, has the look mastered—the sex appeal men want and the sexy attractiveness depraved men pay good money for. But with Eva, she’s a natural beauty. Stunning. Almost breathtakingly beautiful, with her Cuban sun-kissed skin, dark eyes, and plump lips perfect for sucking cock. Fuck, if I don’t want to wrap my fingers around her long, auburn hair and ram into her from behind. Her slender, toned, and shapely curves are perfect for holding onto, even if she is trying to hide them under that dress. Ignoring all that, nothing about her screams sex kitten. Hell, she could still be a fucking virgin, for all I know. That’s the type of innocence she’s exuding right now.

Maybe that’s why she caught my eye.

Maybe that’s what has drawn my attention.

Maybe that’s why I’m going to be in a world of fucking hurt.

Because I can’t let her go.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I sit in my van in the clubhouse compound, my brothers waiting for me to get out to see where the hell we go from here. I have royally fucked up. I’ve made the mistake of letting Eva get in my damn head. Now, the club could pay for my singular action.

My hands grip onto the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white with the force.

I need to face this, but I don’t know how and still haven’t figured out the why.

A shadow steps beside the window of my driver’s side door, and I turn. Void’s nostrils flare, the vein in his neck pulsating the way it does when he’s annoyed as all hell. My VP understands as much as I do what this means for the club and what it means for our relationship with Andrés.

Taking a girl won’t sit well with him when she’s already been paid for by someone else.

I could pay double. But who fucking knows who her buyer is? How will they react to the news? What would they accept as payment? Would they accept anything—they would probably want their merchandise. I only see one way around this problem. Lie.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door, then slide out. “Don’t fucking say it,” I murmur to my VP.

“Don’t say what? That you’ve screwed us? That the club’s going to be at war with the largest human trafficker in the Southern US?”

“I’ll settle it. Let me come up with a plan before you have your fucking hissy fit.” I slam the van door and traipse around to the back.

Void follows, matching my pace. “You think Andrés is just gonna sit down and take this, Nycto? You couldn’t be more wrong. He will come for us all.”

As I roll my shoulders, an image of Eva swarms my mind—the feisty little Cuban goddess out cold in the back of this van. I knew the moment she started sassing me I was done for. There’s no way I was letting Andrés get his fucking mitts on her. He likes to test and train the products before he sends them out. She’d have been black and blue in no time with the way she fights back. For some damn reason I am yet to know the answer to, I hate the idea of her gorgeous face or body being harmed in any way.

So, I did the only thing I could.

It had to be done.

I might be the devil, but even the devil can be tempted by an angel.

“You’re right.”

Void’s eyes widen. “I am?”

I dip my chin. “Yeah. Andrés isn’t going to like the idea of me taking her. So, I’ll come up with something else.”

“What, you gonna lie?”

With a shrug, I grab the door and yank it open. Eva is still out cold. She looks like a captured angel—hands bound, breathing even as she lies comatose on the van’s floor. All that’s missing is her wings.

The things I could do to her if Void weren’t here, whether she was awake or not. I really am a sick fuck.

“I’m gonna tell him she ran.”

Void snorts out a laugh, then his eyes meet mine. He stops. His face falls when I don’t join in. “You’re fucking joking, right? You think Andrés is gonna believe a tiny little thing like her escaped the clutches of Tampa Defiance?”

“She kneed Dash in the balls. He’s still recovering from being shot in that bar brawl—it’s believable. Then she took off, headed for the water, dove in, and we couldn’t find her. He’ll have to drag the water around the docks if he doesn’t believe us.”

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