"You keep wiggling around and I'm going to restrain you to that bed. I don't like my work being ripped open, Ryker Anthony Penn," Jessa snarled at me. "Then either bring Willow here or let me go to her and neither of us will have a problem, Jessa Rose Sweeten." I was seconds away from launching myself from this stupid hospital bed. I couldn't escape the feeling of phantom hands all over my body. Just the thought of it had my belly dancing a jig that made sweat bead on my brow. I just hoped Jessa didn't think it was because I was running a fever. The other, more important, horrifying thought settled in my brain again: I had been unconscious and lost Willow. Not only was she lost, she was out of my sight and hurting. I was the one who took care of her. Me. The only one allowed to touch her. I needed to see her. See with my own eyes that she was fine. I needed to feel her skin against mine. "Jamie is bringing her down this way for the CT scan. I'll make sure you can talk to
As I lay on the table while the giant donut machine made images of my body, I treasured the knowledge that Ryker loved me. He knew every part of me, the ugly, the dark, the broken, and he still said he loved me. Except for the Amatucci family, no one had ever said those words to me. Not my parents. Certainly not Ethan. Not even during our dating stage. I'd said it to him, but I had been in love with an illusion. I'd never gotten to know the real Ethan. Not really. From start to finish, he'd been a chameleon. Never trusting anyone to reveal his true self too. I snorted. Probably a good thing, that. Although, if he'd been locked up earlier in life, I wouldn't be so crazy. I also wouldn't have met Ryker. The thought blew through my mind with all the subtlety of a spring tornado in Kansas. Because of Ethan, I met Ryker. Because of Ethan, I was keeping Ryker. Thanking my goddess for her divine intervention, I yawned as the machine gave another whir. The lights had been lowere
"Just answer the damn question, Nico," I growled as I got my pants zipped up. "It shouldn't be a hard one."He was quiet on the other side of the room. I pushed the flimsy curtain aside, winced when the action tugged at my stitches. "Well?"He was sitting in one of the visitor chairs. Certainly better than the ones found at General Mercy, but they were still just visitor chairs. The man looked like he'd been welded into the damn thing, he was so still. I walked towards him. Snapped my fingers to get his attention. "Nico?"He scrubbed his hands over his face. "What the fuck do you want me to say, Penn? My guys went to the accident site. Your Rover was towed. They tracked it down. Four fucking bullet holes." His body shuddered as his swarthy skin went pale. "She could have died. Hell, you could have died. And while I wouldn't have cared as much about you, I know she does."I snorted. "Thanks, man. I'm feeling the love."He flipped me off. "We need those dossiers Nik put t
I looked Ryker up and down. He's back in his bloody clothes he came in with. His face is white. "Hey." I reached out for his hand. "Do you need to sit down? You look like you're about to pass out."He took my hand, yanked me into his arms. "I'll kill her if she touches you." His voice was a rumble through his chest as his breath moved through the strands of my hair. "I'm glad. I'll kill her if she touches you, too." I swallowed. "Just for clarification, who is she?""Antonia de Silva."I jolted. "Silva. Like Sylvia? The woman Angela was going on about?"He just hugged me tighter. "I guess. We're going to take Antonia off the map, so let's hope it's the same woman. Otherwise, we'll have two bodies to vanish."I pulled back from his arms enough to look up into his face. "What are you talking about?"Ryker licked his lips, nodded. "Yeah. You need to know. All of it." He pulled me over to the hospital, sat down on the edge of it. Tugged me over to lean next to him. The fa
Seeing my Grams out of her bed for the first time in over a year should have had me jumping up and down. It probably would have-were it not for Willow in my lap. And the reason we had to move my Grams at all. Fucking Antonia de Silva. My raging erection died like someone had dunked me in ice water. A bit abrupt, but it certainly got the job done. I eased Willow up off my lap. Bonus for the dead erection. Not scaring Grams with the fact that I was ready to mount up and ride Willow like she was my favorite horse couldn't be over-appreciated. I pushed to my feet. "Hey, lady. Where do you think you're going?" I looked down at her. Her emerald eyes were sparkling under the bright lights of the hospital room. She chuckled. Shook her silvered, coiffed head. "If you think we're going to chat about my being out of bed instead of that sweet young thing you all but dumped from your lap, you've got another think coming." She reached out a hand. Heavily veined and covered with delica
I waited while Ryker got the rest of his stuff together. I was going to burn those blood-soaked clothes the moment I got a chance. I didn't care if they were his favorites. Burn pile. My brand new phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at the screen. Not recognizing the number, I let it go to voicemail. Just minutes with a new phone and already being attacked by telemarketers. Jerks.The buzzing stopped. Only to start back up again. I looked down again. Same number. "Hero, do you know this number?" I turned the screen towards him. He bent down, glared at the screen. Shook his head. "No." He put his palm out. I rolled my eyes but slapped the phone into his palm. He hit the connect button, stabbed for the speaker phone. "Who the fuck is this?" he said in lieu of an actual human greeting. "Um, I'm calling for Ms. Willow Chase." The voice on the other end was a shaky male voice I didn't know. I looked up at Ryker, shook my head. "You've got three seconds before I tear y
I groaned as I turned over in Willow's bed that night. The thing was big. It was not comfy. How I'd missed how lumpy and firm it was the first night I stayed here, I had no flipping idea. But this was pure torture. "Would you stop moving around? It's a bed, not a jungle gym," she whined at me. I snorted. "You're a trust fund baby, have a stellar bakery, and you sleep on a piece of shit bed. How is that even possible?" If I was going to suffer, I was at least going to have her in my arms while I did. I snaked out my arms, pulled her into me. Sighed as a feeling of peace finally washed over me. She laughed, her breath washing over the skin at my neck. "Because I'm not a giant man-beast?"That was it. I rolled us over so I was hovering over her body in the dark. "Man-beast? I'll show you man-beast.""Show me, hero. Show me." She slid her hands up and into my hair. If I wasn't mistaken, I heard a smile in her voice. Through all of the shit that had rained down on her life i
The weight of his body on mine. The fierce need I had to take care of him. Show him my love...it all threatened to overwhelm me. "Now. Ryker. Teach me now," I said. I felt like I was going to explode into a million little pieces and implode all at the same time. He pushed up off my body, shed his sleep pants and boxer briefs. By the cold light of his flashlight, I saw the long, muscular lines of his body. Everything about him spoke of power. Dominance. Control. And he was going to let me give him pleasure. A bubbly feeling invaded my belly at the thought. I wanted to send him up in flames like he did to me so easily. I wanted to control the passion in his body. To force the knowledge on him that it was me who touched him. Who cherished him. Who loved him. In whatever way he found acceptable.From now until forever, it would always be me. He helped me sit up. The slight pinch and pull of my right leg just another sensation to add to the mix floating through my brain and bo