Page 32 of Savage Rule

“She has a secret place,” she finally says. “Not even Giddy knows about it. She told me that if shit ever hit the fan, I would be safe there.”

“Do you know where it is?”

Tearing out a piece of paper, she writes down the address. Hesitatingly, she hands it to me. “Promise you won’t kill her.”

Gray eyes stare into mine, and they’re so fucking hopeful, that the words come out of my mouth before I can think of a way around a promise I’m not sure I can keep.

“I promise.”

10

SCARLET

Icheck my phone for the fiftieth time. Nothing.

It’s been that way since my return from New Orleans. Gideon has been quiet, no orders to take someone out or collect his dry cleaning. When it comes to him, I usually like quiet. But for some reason, this time, it’s unsettling.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that it coincides with Maisie’s silence. I left another phone for her in her school locker, just like I told her I’d do if the one she had was compromised. But I haven’t heard from her and that can only mean one of two things— she hasn’t been going to school, or that phone was discovered too.

Either way, I don’t dare send the first message. It must beherwith our code word: soulsistas25.

Deciding to call it a night after hours of riding just to feel the air on my face, I head to the place where I can be indoors and still breathe. A place no one can find me.

My secret apartment in Brooklyn.

It’s cute, a tiny slice of a once grand brownstone that still retains a lot of historical details—intricate crown molding, bay window, bronze fixtures.

The best thing about it, however, is that it’s one of my few remaining secrets. Even Gideon doesn’t know about it. I’m not sure what made me keep it from my boss. Maybe it was that I felt things shifting. A change in temperature between us.

Shortly after the attempt to take out Luca’s uncle, and Gunn and I went on the most thrilling motorcycle chase I’ve ever been a part of, where he followed me into the woods and shot my back tire, causing me to crash my beautiful Kawasaki Ninja, I purchased my Honda Blackbird from a private owner. Across the street, there was aFor Rentsign.

I took it on a whim using the same fake license I used to buy the bike.

The only down side is that technically, it’s in Sinacore territory. Makes it a little harder to sleep when you have to keep one eye open. But the fact that they’d never suspect I’m here, and neither would Gideon, makes it worth the risk.

So does the antique claw foot tub calling my name.

As the tub fills with steaming hot water, I peel off the biker jumpsuit and let drop along with my bra and underwear to the floor. I’d light some candles to set the mood if I had any, but instead, I turn off the light in the bathroom, leaving the door open to allow the soft glow from the hallway to illuminate the space. That, and a glass of red wine will be just fine.

Little by little, I sink into the sudsy water, and sigh once I’m in to my breasts. Damn, it feels nice on my aching muscles. Even the bruises I’m still sporting from my encounters with Gunn seem to benefit from the heat.

I wonder what Mr. Dimples is doing right now. Probably out on his bike, riding through the streets, making sure they’re safe from the likes of me. And all the while I’m in the heart of Sinacore territory taking a relaxing bath.

A giggle escapes me. I bet he kept me a secret. There’s no way he would have told anyone what I did to him. What he did to me! God, I can still feel him hard and rigid between my legs.

My hand slips over my belly to my pussy. It’s not the first time I’ve played with myself while picturing Gunn tied to the bed. He’s so fucking sexy, it’s a testament to my willpower that I was able to stop from tearing him free so that he could do whateverhewilled with me!

I shut my eyes and bring up all the images of him that I’ve stored away for personal use. His eyes, his lips, that scruffy chin.

It doesn’t take long to make myself come. That’s what I like about being a woman, the ability to please myself whenever, wherever I fucking want in under two minutes. No mess.

Just as the water and wine have done, the orgasm relaxes me further. I lean my head against the lip of the tub to rest for a moment, and let the world fade away for a while.

My phone dings and I roll my head toward the little table I left it on. I stare at it a bit, my mind fuzzy. I must have fallen asleep.

It dings again, a reminder of the first alert.

Begrudgingly, I stand, my skin turning into a goose bump factory the second cold air touches it. I grab a fluffy white towel and wrap it around myself before I step out onto the thick mat.

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