Page 28 of Born Savage

“Did you kill him?” she questions, her voice barely audible.

“You really shouldn’t ask shit like that. But no, I gave him a very strong warning,” I share, unclipping my Glock from my body, and I’m sure she understands my meaning.

“Are you sleeping here?” she asks.

“Probably won’t sleep much, but I’m staying,” I answer, finally relaxing my head back and closing my eyes.

I hear Roxy shift around on the bed for a second before the room goes quiet again. I’ll stay here until Scarlett wakes and I can finally talk to her. Right now, she needs to rest and there’s nothing for me to do but wait.

Nineteen

Scarlett

I’ve been sitting up in bed for the past twenty minutes, just watching him sleep. I told Roxy she could leave. She kept apologizing and I had to reassure her about a million times that none of what happened was her fault.

I had used the bathroom, and thought for sure that he would be awake when I came back, but his eyes were still closed. And even though he looks incredibly uncomfortable, he seems to be sleeping soundly and I can’t bring myself to wake him.

I hug my knees, unable to take my eyes from him. Why did he stay here?

I finally lay back against my pillow, afraid he’ll wake up and catch me staring at him like some obsessed girl. Only minutes later I hear him clear his throat and I know he’s awake.

“Shit,” he groans gruffly, and I hear his boots against the floor as he walks toward the bathroom. I take this as my chance to sit up again and wait for him to reappear.

He steps out of the bathroom, practically filling the empty space in my room. He pauses briefly when his eyes meet mine, but then he moves closer.

I bite my lip, feeling the soft pulsing sensation settle between my legs as his eyes rake over me. A chill runs over my skin, causing my nipples to harden under the thin material of my tank top.

“Mornin’,” his southern drawl makes my head swirl.

“Good morning. What…uh… What are you doing here?” I manage to squeak out.

“Needed to make sure you were okay. I’d been looking for you, and caught you and Roxy sneaking in last night. Roxy told me what happened,” he shares.

“I’m okay. I’ll talk to my dad later and I’m sure he’ll handle it,” I tell him.

“It’s already been handled,” he says, seeming to stand a little taller.

“What? What did you do?” I ask.

“I paid that little prick a visit last night,” he tells me and my mouth drops.

“But, why would you…” I start, but he takes a step closer and the words catch in my throat.

“Because, darlin’, I want to keep you safe,” he says, leaning down and bringing his large palm to hold my cheek.

My breath hitches again, and within seconds his mouth claims mine. His lips are somehow both forceful and gentle as his fingers move, twisting in my hair. His tongue slides over mine and the pleasure building inside me is indescribable. He hasn’t even touched me, yet I feel like I could come undone at any second.

His eyes are dark with need as he pulls back. My breathing is out of control, and his gaze falls to rake over my chest as it rises and falls rapidly.

“God damn. You are sexy as hell,” he praises roughly and a deep pulse throbs between my thighs.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” I whisper crosses my lips. I know my dad has given me more freedom, but I really don’t think this is what he had in mind.

“I won’t,” he grins back, cocking his eyebrow like he has a secret. “I have permission from the Pres.”

“I doubt that my father gave you permission to come into my bedroom and defile me,” I smile back.

“Shit,” he laughs out loudly. “Not in so many words, baby. But believe me, the conversation we had in the context of this club and this life, it was definitely implied,” he smiles broadly as his hand slides down my shoulder and his fingers curl under the thin strap of my tank top.

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