Page 55 of The High Priestess

“At least they’ll die happy when I shoot them,” he grumbles as the yacht comes to a stop.

He glances around the area that’s pretty quiet, then orders, “You do as I say. Got it?”

“Yes.”

There’s only one man I listen to. The one who keeps me alive.

I have to make everyone else fear and respect me.

“Ready?” Knight asks as he grabs his duffle bag.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mutter while gripping the handle of my luggage.

I pull the bag to the side of the yacht and wait for Knight to step onto the dock before I hand it to him. After I climb off the yacht, I take the handle again and drag my luggage behind me as I follow Knight to a beaten-up SUV.

“If I’m going to drive around with you, we need to get a new car,” I mention.

“What’s wrong with my SUV?” he asks as he unlocks the doors.

Taking my bag from me, he loads it onto the backseat.

I point at the rear panel above the back tire. “Besides that it’s old, it has a bullet hole.”

“All that matters is that it runs just fine,” he mutters while he opens the passenger door for me.

Climbing into the cab, I tease him, “Yeah, until it doesn’t.”

Knight slams the door shut, and my eyes follow him as he walks around the front, taking in his powerful body.

He’s held me quite a few times, and it felt intimate sitting on his lap.

That’s not brotherly behavior.

When he slides in behind the steering wheel, he opens the duffle bag and hands me a machine gun before pulling another one out, which he tucks between the door and his seat. As he leans into me to place the duffle bag on the backseat, a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupts in my stomach.

Remembering when I leaned in to kiss him, and he pulled away, I’m sure he wasn’t aware that I wanted to kiss him.

His eyes flick to me as he pulls back, and noticing that I’m staring at him, he asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” I whisper while I turn my head away.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“Shit.”

I turn and climb onto my knees. Leaning through the opening between the front seats, I reach for my bag and dig the piece of paper out of the front pocket. I accidentally bump my butt against Knight as I pull back so I can sit down again.

Handing him the note, I say, “Here you go.”

“That’s the first time I’ve been smacked in the face by an ass,” he mumbles as he checks the address.

“Sorry.”

“I wasn’t complaining.”

My head whips in his direction, and it’s to see a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He starts the engine and reverses out of the parking spot before steering the SUV onto the road.

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