Page 95 of Relentless

“He shot you?” I balk.

She sucks in a sharp breath, her gaze darting back up to mine.

“Uh… no. He did leave me with a memento of my time down there, though. Just a different kind of hole to yours.”

“Alana.” I growl, taking a step closer, ready to force the truth from her lips.

If he hurt her, really fucking hurt her, I’ll end him. Same fucking team or not, no one hurts my wife.

I have to do a double take when she reaches for the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing and shamelessly lifts it, giving me an unobscured view of her tits.

Her… pierced tits.

“H-holy fuck.” I grunt as my body happily proves me wrong. It seems I’m not too tired for my dick to work.

“They’re still healing. But… I think I like them.”

Thankfully, she must decide I’ve looked enough, and she drops the fabric, letting it hang back in place. But now I know what she’s hiding under there, all I can see is the press of her nipples against the thin cotton.

“Y-yeah, they're… something.”

“He tied me to the chair in his torture chamber, blindfolded me and went to town.”

My fists curl, but fuck if the image she paints doesn’t make my blood run hot.

“H-he—”

“It’s okay. Nothing I couldn’t handle. My hair was worse.” Something like pain flashes in her eyes and it makes my stomach knot.

“He did that too?” I ask, horrified, reaching for a damp lock.

I mean, it looks good. Although, I’m pretty sure anything would look good on her. But I know what her hair meant to her, and I understand how painful it must have been when he hacked it off.

“Whatever,” she lies, waving it off as if it’s nothing. “What matters is where we go from here. He wants Victor as dead as we do. He’s already got some kind of plan and he had no idea about any of this,” she says, gesturing to herself. “With his help, Mav. We could end it all.”

Fire lights up her eyes. It’s infectious, making something akin to excitement flutter in my belly.

There’s just one issue.

“We’re going to have to work with him, Doll,” I blurt.

“I know. And I know it isn’t ideal, but I figure we can give them everything we know, help him finalize his plan to bring them down and then we fuck off.”

“Fuck off?” I ask, a little more intrigued.

“That’s what we always said we’d do, right? Justice then paradise. Just me and you?”

Taking a step forward, I cup her jaw, leaning in to press my brow against hers.

“Just me and you?”

Her eyes flutter closed, and she blindly reaches for me.

The second her palm connects with my waist, an electric current rushes through me, ending right at my dick.

“Fuck that sounds—” My words are cut off when my stomach growls loudly, successfully ending our little moment.

She laughs, her hand sliding from my waist to my stomach. Goose bumps erupt in its wake. There’s no way she doesn’t feel them, but for whatever reason, she also doesn’t stop. And for once, I don’t make her. “I know all this isn’t ideal. But there is one positive, and that’s the food. We’re almost there, Mav. Everything we’ve planned. It’s right in touching distance.”

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