Closing my eyes, I sucked in a breath and felt sick. The more she spoke, the more I could feel her pull away. I knew us being together was gonna be hard… I didn’t think it’d be fucking impossible.
I was a killer.
An outlaw.
Ain’t no time for religion when you follow Hades.
Lilah dropped her dress and her face contorted as though in pain. “My entire life has been in service to the Lord.” Her glistening blue eyes met mine and she said, “Ky… I do not know who I am without my faith.”
She sounded so desperate, like I would hold a fucking answer, but I had fuck all to say in response.
Lilah cried a river into my chest. Before long, she grew tired, all cried out, still recovering from her injuries. Without saying a word, we rode home, where I carried her to bed. We fucked slowly. Then she fell asleep on my chest.
I didn’t sleep at all. My head too full with what she’d said.
You are my white dove. You fill me with peace, love, and devotion.
But she didn’t know who she was without her faith…
Funny, ‘cause I didn’t know who the fuck I was without her. The bitch had changed me. Took me from not giving a fuck about women, not one iota, to worshipping the damn hallowed ground she walked on.
As I pulled Lilah closer to my chest, I breathed in her vanilla scent and held on tight, ‘cause what I was gonna do I was sure weren’t gonna keep her forever with me.
In fact, I was pretty fucking sure it was gonna take her completely away.
But for my woman, the bitch I loved like crazy, it had to be done. She finally deserved some happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ky
“Y-you s-s-sure this is g-gonna work?”
Leaning against Styx’s truck, I shrugged, and we both took long pulls of our smokes.
“I ain’t sure of shit. All I know is for the last few days since I brought my woman home, she’s been quiet and thinking all the time. She wants this. She needs this.” I looked to Styx. “She needs her sisters too. They’re the only ones that understand. Hell, for all we know, they feel the same way.”
Styx threw his smoke to the ground and his boots crunched on the gravel at our feet. He moved before me, his dark and stern face worried. “I… I w-won’t l-l-lose M-Mae over th-this.”
I stared off over to my cabin and sighed. “Mae’s chosen this life. She’s chosen you. You ain’t in no danger.”
Styx put his hand on my shoulder and lifted it to tap my cheek twice. He didn’t need to speak. I knew my brother well enough to be certain he knew who I was probably gonna have to give up.
“N-never s-s-seen you l-like this b-before, b-brother,” Styx said, handing me another smoke.
“Never had anything to lose before, Styx. Never had anything that could destroy me like losing Li would.”
Styx’s cell started ringing, signaling that Mae had Maddie. Maddie hadn’t left the apartment in months, apart from checking on Lilah after the cult abduction. That led to Maddie finding Lilah gone and cutting herself in the bar. After that, Maddie hadn’t dared come out. But she lived with Styx and Mae now, in their cabin, and Mae had obviously somehow convinced Maddie to come with us today.
Styx opened the truck door and said, “I-I’ll c-catch you th-there.”
I pushed off the truck and walked into the cabin. Lilah was cleaning, humming to herself, wearing a long-sleeved white dress. It was more fitted than she normally wore; it showed off her stunning figure. And she was kicking ankle-length biker boots on her feet. Her short blond hair was messy but fucking cool, and she was wiping along the countertops. But best of all was my patch on her back, her leather vest proudly stating that she was “Property of Ky”.
My heart sank as I watched her. I wondered if this would be the last time she’d be with me like this. Sucking up a breath and hearing Styx’s truck pass by our dirt road, I knew it was time I found out.
Walking to Lilah, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she jumped, shedding her cleaning gloves.
“Ky!” She laughed, turning and wrapping her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips to mine and then nuzzled into my neck. “Mmm… you smell good. Like oil and smoke.”
“And that’s good?” I asked gruffly.
“Really good,” she whispered. “It makes me feel safe.”
My gut clenched and I held her real close.
Lilah held her breath, then edged back, looked into my eyes, and asked, “Are you okay, Ky?”
Cupping her face, I pushed her back against the countertop. My lips slammed against hers, and within seconds, I had her dress hitched up, her panties ripped in two, and thrust my freed cock up inside her.