Page 399 of Hell Hath No Fury
Her hands tightened on my shoulders to steady me. “You’re right. I’m smart. That’s why you need to trust me.”
My forehead dropped to her shoulder. “I only trust my brothers.”
Letting me rest on her, she grumbled, “Since they’re not here, I’m all you’ve got, VP.” After pressing her chest harder into mine, her hands shifted on my shoulders. “Don’t go all hostile on me, but—” she started removing my cut.
“No.” Even in my practically delirious state, I lifted my head from her shoulder to refuse, but as soon as I saw pleading in her passionate eyes, I was entranced. The soul that was present in those delicate irises was something I’ll never forget. Admirable intentions radiated from this woman.
No one had ever stripped me of my cut before, but this girl could.
And I let her.
Fucking monumental.
Our heads no longer close, with me standing up straight, she mouthed, “thank you,”while folding my vest between us. Due to the pain it caused, I wanted to vomit when she suddenly pressed it to my stomach while maneuvering her body under my armfor support. Without a word, she started guiding us through the crowd, trying to act as if I wasn’t using her as a crutch.
Once again finding comfort in her company, and being moments from dropping to my knees, my head leaned to the top of hers.
She chuckled to onlookers. “I’ve got a drunk one!”
Instead of screams from the patrons, cheers of celebration broke out.
I smiled, thinking,I need to make a badass bitch like this, my Old Lady.Then I remembered my promise to myself… to never have a liability…
We were now in the hallway where the music wasn’t as overpowering, so she was able to hear me. On the down low, I asked, “Why are you helping me?”
Reaching for a door handle, she almost sneered, “I’m a dumb sucker when it comes to spiritual eyes.”
As I was taken into a decent-sized broom closet, I chuckled, “Nothin’ spiritual about this wolf, sweetheart.”
She plopped me down on the lidded bucket of some cleaning chemical. “I wish you were right. That way I could avoid some serious trouble.”
“No trouble.” I leaned back against the corner I was in and grinned. “I’ll protect ya.”
She eyed my gutted body, then mumbled to herself, “Jesus, and he has the ego to match that spirit.” Pulling a cell phone from the front pocket of her black dress pants, she demanded, “Give me a number.”
Woozy, I rattled off Pops’s cell number, holding my cut to my stomach. This wasn’t how I planned to get my hands on a phone, but I was thankful just the same.
Her light-colored brows pinched. “Area code five-one-two?”
Suddenly missing home and wondering if I would ever get to see it again, my weak smirk faded. “Texas. Austin.”
“You’re a long way from home, VP. Please tell me your little team is in New Jersey.”
“Team? Club, Sweetheart.Club.” My eyes drifted shut.
“No,” she whispered in a panic.
I snapped my eyes open to see her down on her knees between my thighs, pressing a hand to my cheek. It was the first time I actually realized… “Damn, you’re gorgeous. Like, for real.”
A slender face with flawless ivory skin that looked perfectly kissed by the sun, versus my skin that was tan from many hours on the road…
After tapping the send button on her phone’s screen, she put it to her ear. Then she grabbed a clean white cloth from a shelf in reach and dabbed at my forehead. “Oh yeah? Well, you’re hideous looking.”
Slouched, another smile crept across my shaky lips. “Andyou’re lyin’.”
Even though it was on the nervous side, she grinned. Dabbing sweat from my face, she tried, “Being overconfident isn’t attractive to me.”
My face leaned into the cloth in her hand. “You’re lyin’ again.”
