Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
As I thought of the moment I saw Lilah trapped under that gate, then that Nazi fucker aiming a slug at her head and what if I hadn’t jumped in the way and she’d been hit, I felt fuckin’ sick to my stomach.
Falling back on the mattress, I stared at the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the water turned on. My old man had always told me to fuck as much pussy as I could handle, but never settle down. Fuck sluts, plant them with a couple’a kids to carry on the Willis name, but never give them my patch, never make them mine.
But thinking of that bitch in the shower right now had me twisted up in knots. I didn’t wanna fuck any sluts when she was around. Hell, when she wasn’t! I only wanted one pussy… hers, even if the bitch it belonged to was some kind of other-level crazy. She stirred things in me that I didn’t even know existed, made me think things about property patches and putting my club colors on her back.
My eyes snapped open at these thoughts, and I knew one thing. I fuckin’ loved the bitch. I was fuckin’ in love with the bat shit-crazy pilgrim blonde taking a shower in my bathroom right now… naked.
Fuck! Blood traveled to my dick and I almost came at the vision of taking her. I’d never had to work for a bitch, always clicked my fingers and sluts would come running. Forget looking as good as I do. Just being in the club would get me laid. Hell, I could be the ugliest motherfucker to grace the planet and I’d still get a slut sucking on my cock. But Lilah was more; she didn’t cave to my pussy-trapping smile, didn’t fall on my bed and spread her legs, wasn’t impressed by the club. Shit, the opposite was true. Maybe that’s why she was different.
Sitting up, I began stripping off my cut, my shirt, and my jeans and pulled on some boxers. I usually went commando, but I didn’t wanna scare Lilah, naked and sporting a boner from hell. I needed to grab a shower too, needed to wash the stench of fuckin’ Nazi scum from my skin. As I looked at the clock on my wall, I realized Lilah had been in the shower for a damn age. Twenty minutes had passed, the water was still running, but I couldn’t hear shit from Lilah.
Walking to the door, I pressed my ear against the wood, but nothing, just falling water. Knocking, I asked, “Lilah, you good?”
No answer came, and my heart started racing. “Lilah? Say something.”
Again, sweet fuck all, so I tried the doorknob; it was locked. “Lilah, say something now or I’m coming in,” I warned.
When there was still nothing from the other side, I moved back, then using all my strength, smashed my shoulder against the door, splintering wood as the door burst open.
Steam from the shower clouded the room and I could hardly see my hand before me. “Lilah? Where the fuck are you, baby?”
I caught a sniffling from the shower and followed the sound, the steam clearing some through the open door, allowing me to see Lilah huddled naked on the floor, her arms wrapped around her legs.
“Lilah!” I yelled and threw open the shower door, turned off the water, and dropped to my knees. Lilah was soaking wet. I checked her over with my eyes, not seeing any blood or injury.
“Lilah? Talk to me!” I ordered.
“I cannot get up,” she whispered, her head still down.
I moved forward and searched her legs—nothing.
“Why can’t you get up?”
Lilah’s head lifted and she looked right at me. Her face was pale, she had red rings around her eyes from crying, and her wet waist-length blond hair was stuck to her cheeks.
“I… I began to cleanse, but I kept thinking about what happened just now, the guns, Mae… No more Order… everything, and I dropped to the floor. Now I cannot get back up.”
“Baby…” I trailed off and ran my finger down her cheek. My stomach clenched as I looked at her. I had this overwhelming need to protect her. My insides were almost tearing apart with the need to hold her, to fuckin’ have her close, to stop her shaking, to stop her fear.
“I… I cannot move,” she hushed out and dipped her head. “And I am indecent… I am bared to you. I am sinful, weak…”
Ignoring her self-loathing, I picked up Lilah's body in my arms and carried her out of the bathroom, my bitch still curled up in a ball. Her nose tucked into my neck, her left hand lifted and settled on my cheek. I glanced down, shocked by the action as her finger began tracing the shape of my lips.
I’d killed, in cold blood, more people than I could count. I’d faced death laughing, been shot, stabbed, and sliced… but I’d never felt fear like I was feeling at this moment as I looked down at the most stunning bitch that ever existed, fear that I could’ve lost her, fear that I could lose her still.
Sitting on the bed, I kept her in my arms, pulling the blanket off the end of the mattress and wrapping it around her wet skin.
“You cold?” I asked, my voice sounding way too low.
She shook her head, her hand still on my face, her eyes still fixed on mine. “You saved me,” she whispered, and my stomach flipped. “You… jumped in front of a bullet for me.”
“Yeah,” I rasped, looking on her face, water shining in her eyes.
“You saved me… You saved my life.”
Shifting at the too-high emotion between us, I held her tighter, feeling her bare warm skin in my arms. “Ain’t no way you were dying on me, sweet cheeks.”
Lilah’s finger left my lips to stroke down my chin. “Why am I so important for you to save? I am a burden thrust upon you.”
Gripping her finger, I brought it to my lips and kissed it, my chest almost exploding as I confessed, “Because I fuckin’ love you, Li… I’m fuckin’ insane over you. You ain’t no burden.”