Page 43 of The Good Girl

“After the beating me and G gave him, there’s no way he’d help us out. And even if he offered, I wouldn’t trust the bastard,” Blade says.

“You don’t actually need him,” King cuts in, giving me a knowing look. “You just need someone to play him. Someone pissed at this club and looking for a little payback.”

“Exactly. I asked Hoops if he knew anyone who might be interested in prospecting. He says he knows a guy fresh out of the military. He was discharged because of a knee injury.”

“You wanna send him in as Hicks? We don’t even fucking know this guy.” Blade shakes his head.

“Sorry about that. I got hungry on the way back.” I turn and see Sunshine with a bowl in her hand.

“What’d you get?” I stand to take a look and grimace.

She wraps her arms around her bowl and snarls at me. “Mine.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s all yours,” I tell her, sitting back down.

Happy with my answer, she looks at Blade until he moves, then takes her seat. Once she’s settled, King leans over and looks in the bowl.

“What is that?”

“Scrambled eggs, raisins, and hot sauce.” She smiles. “It’s so good. But without the hot sauce, it'd be weird.”

“Sure, that would be weird,” I mutter.

“It’s better than the Brussels sprouts and chocolate syrup she was into last week,” Inigo says.

“You sure she’s carrying humans? Because that shit isn’t normal.” I lean over to ask King.

Sunshine must hear what I said because she turns her head slowly, looking at me like some kind of demonic doll ready to slit my throat.

“You know, I just remembered. I need to take care of a thing.” I get up and leave, ignoring their laughter.

Not many things scare me. I’ve lived through too much, but pregnant women… they’re fucking terrifying.

I wonder what Cupcake’s gonna be like when she’s pregnant.

I stop at the thought. Her getting pregnant right now is a fucking awful idea. But the thought of her round with my baby has my dick ready to punch through my jeans.

For the next couple hours, I hang out with the others, making sure I’m seen even if I’m not mentally here. When midnight strikes, I say my goodnight and head out.

I’m only so strong. As much as Cupcake needs space right now, I need to be close to her. I head back to the cabin, parking my bike next to her car so I can grab her suitcase from the trunk. I pick up her phone and turn it on, sending a message to Amity complaining about the cell service. I tell her I’ve landed safely and that I’ll message her in a few days before turning her phone off again, just in case G gets the wild idea to trace it.

I lock the trunk and strap the bag to my bike before riding the rest of the way back to the cabin. The lights are all off when I pull up. I park farther away than before—just in case she comes running out and slashes my tires.

An ominous rumble followed a few moments later but a flash of lightning tells me the earlier rain was just a preview. This must be the storm that was forecast. I had hoped it had passed us by, but I can think of worse things than being holed up here with Nevaeh. Not sure she’ll feel the same way though.

Another flash of lighting illuminates the sky but the cabin stays dark and quiet. I climb off my bike and unstrap the suitcase before making my way to the front door. I open it and curse. I don’t usually bother locking the place because nobody comes out here—still, there’s always a risk. and I won’t gamble with Nevaeh’s safety. I’ll have to get her a key made for when I have to leave so she can lock it. I sure as hell can’t leave her with a gun—she’s just as likely to shoot me as she is an intruder.

I step inside and close the door behind me, reaching for the light switch as I set the suitcase down on the floor. I flick the light on and freeze. Nevaeh’s standing in front of me, with a carving knife in her hand, pointed at my dick.

Chapter Ten

Nevaeh

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and maybe it would have if he’d stayed the fuck away from me. Yet here he is, hours later, and all it’s made me want to do is maim the asshole.

“Now, Cupcake, you don’t want to hurt me. Put the knife down.”

“Hmm… Let me think about that… Nope, I don’t think I will. I think you need to take me home before I pull a Lorena Bobbitt on you.”

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