Page 27 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“We?”
“Yeah, you want to stretch your legs?”
“You’re going to seriously let me out of this room?”
“Yes, but the moment you fuck up, your ass is going right back in the cuffs. I’m not fucking around today.”
Saige has the audacity to glare at me, and I can’t choose between wanting to bend her over my lap and spank her ass and dropping to my knees and worshiping at her feet.
After taking turns in the bathroom, Saige and I walk into the living area as Sin is pacing in front of the pool tables. Wrath and Malice are nowhere to be seen.
“They were hit in Oakhaven. Five of the nine presidents are dead.” His words are dropped like a bomb, the sheer magnitude of them reminding me why I can’t afford to have any distractions. My focus is slipping, and when that happens, people die.
“Who did it? The killer?”
“No, the Widowmakers made a play. You called it.”
“This is why I don’t fucking trust anyone. There’s always someone who isn’t satisfied with what they have, always wanting more. Greed is going to be the destruction of fucking everything.” I turn to face Saige as she crosses her arms over her chest, like she’d rather be anywhere but here, “Well, vixen, looks like you saved my life.”
“What? I didn’t save anything.”
“Where do you think I was heading when you tried to get the jump on me? I was heading to meet the other presidents, the ones who were just murdered.” Realization crosses her face as she puts two and two together. “There’s a good chance my ass would be dead right now had you not chased me down and flipped everything on its head. Looks like I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me shit, Camden.”
“By the way, been meaning to ask you, who the hell is Seb?” Saige’s face pales, and I brace for the worst.
“How do you know that name?”
“Who is he, Saige?”
“My boyfriend.”
“Your fucking what?” I seethe. She just rubbed her pussy all over my thigh; there’s no way she has a damn boyfriend.
“I knew you were dense, Camden, but I didn’t know you were deaf.” I prowl her like a predator stalking its prey, if its prey was also an apex predator. She backs against the wall, her head tilted up to look at me, eyes squinted in slits, not an ounce offear etched into her features. That’s my queen. My hands cage her in before I drop one of them, gently stroking down the side of her face.
“Repeat that,” I whisper. “I fucking dare you. And don’t you dare lie to me.” I study her eyes, waiting for her to speak, looking for the lie as it crosses her lips. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing, the pulse in her neck throbbing wildly.
“He’s my best friend. Harmless, really, but he won’t stop looking for me. He tracks my location; he’ll already know where I am.”
“Will he come to rescue you?”
“He’s not that stupid. But I need to tell him I’m not dead.”
I walk back over to the bar, picking up the black leather backpack that Saige had stored on her bike. “Here’s your stuff, your knives and gun are in our armory, but I thought you’d like to have the rest of it back. Charged your phone for you. He seems concerned. You should call him. Let him know you’re under the protection of Hell’s Heathens and the president is trying to win you over.” Her head bops back, knocking against the wall behind her. I love the shocked look on her face.
“You’re insane,” she scoffs. “If it was that easy, I should have asked already.”
“Baby, you should have asked for a lot of things already, but you’ll get there.” I slip her phone into her palm, taking a chance by leaning forward, pressing my lips against her hairline. It’s not a kiss, just a gentle touch against her, my lungs desperate to breathe her in. She sucks in a breath of air, her hand reaching up and laying flat against my cut. I don’t dare move, wanting so badly to wrap her up in my arms again. It’s amoment I want to freeze in time. She’s not fighting me, not trying to kill me or escape; she’s willingly standing close, letting me touch her affectionately.
“I come with gifts!” Malice yells jovially behind us, breaking whatever momentary spell we were under. “Don’t tell Prez, we snuck out and raided Daily Rise. We’ve got donuts, pastries, and my favorite . . .” I turn just as I see Malice holding a massive muffin up in the airLion Kingstyle. “Muuuuuffins!”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath as Saige and I turn to enter the room fully. Malice moves quickly, hiding the muffin behind his back and standing in front of the dozen or so boxes of baked goods.
“Nothing to see here, Prez. We’re just talkin’.”
“The fuck is wrong with that one?” Saige asks, arching a brow with a smile on her face.
