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Chapter 6: Who are You?
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The sound of hushed voices and the feel of soft warm lips pressed against her cheek woke Vic from her dreamless sleep. She rolled over to find Max smiling down at her. He reached up and slowly moved some of her hair from her face. “You look yummy enough to eat first thing in the morning, but Roc says it's time to hit the road. Come on,” he urged and offered her his hand. Vic stretched her arms and legs before taking Max’s offered hand. As she stood, he handed her a steaming cup of coffee. “Don't know how you like it so it's just straight black.” he said, and Vic smiled warmly at the gesture. “It’s warm, that's all that counts.” she said with the gravel of sleep still in her voice. Vic noticed as she stuffed her bags back into the car that the trio remained silent, and it seemed to make the atmosphere slightly more tense than it had been last night. Vic stood by the back panel of the car waiting as Rowan almost pushed her out of the way to stuff his enormous frame into the backseat.
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As Vic chased Rocco back down the hall, they met up with Madelena and Rowan, who had two of Vic’s bags slung on one shoulder. “Rowan, you have to do what I say.” the small woman spat fiercely, and Vic watched with silent amusement as the oversized grinch seemed to soften just enough to speak to her. “Yes ma’am, I understand that, but boss says she goes in the bunk house like the others.” he almost pled with her just before Rocco cleared his throat and Max came walking into grand foyer with a rolling suitcase Vic also recognized as her own. “She can’t sleep in the bunkhouse Rowan! You guys don’t even sleep there. I hear stuff about what they do in there and I don’t think it’s right for her.” Madelena barked as Rocco put his hands out in surrender. “Whoa Maddie, take it easy, nothing is gonna happen to Vic. She’s one of the team now, you heard the boss.” he said, and Madelena just pursed her lips and began tapping her foot on the floor. “Unacceptable Roc, I want her to have the room next
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Vic’s heart thundered against her chest but not because she had been running over soft ground for the past three miles, the anticipation of triumph kept her muscles primed and her blood pumping. She glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of Max still behind her by a few paces and smiled as the tip of a large tin style roof peaked over the vast mostly open terrain. Vic took a few deep breaths and adjusted her luggage as she waited for Max to get a little closer. The moment his head lifted, and he caught sight of Vic’s figure, Max squared his shoulders and offered her a wide smile that spread across his face. “Almost there, sweet buns.” he sang, and Vic let a few chirping giggles blast from her chest. “You better hurry up Maxie boy, if I get there first you might end up on the porch.” she yelled back, and Max only shrugged. “Bad puppies sleep outside doll, now move that ass.” he said with an almost predatory energy that had Vic’s heart picking up the pace long before she turned and m
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The feeling of warm breath against the back of her neck and a cinching arm around her waist brought Vic out of her unusually restful sleep. “I could wake up like this every morning.” Max whispered with a sleepy crackle to his voice and although Vic’s body became instantly rigid as she sucked air in through her nose she didn’t move. “Max.” she whispered, as her eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the early morning. Max pressed his nose into the back of her neck and grumbled something as Vic slowly rolled to her back so she could look at him. “Max.” she repeated, with a little more seriousness in her voice. He made a sound that reminded Vic of a grumpy puppy as his nose traveled from the back of her neck to the soft flesh of her ear lobe. “Vic.” he whispered back, and her body immediately responded in an eruption of goosebumps and promising trembles, no matter how hard she tried to remain still. Max’s nose moved from its playful nuzzle against her ear and he slowly drug the soft ti
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The feeling of warm breath against the back of her neck and a cinching arm around her waist brought Vic out of her unusually restful sleep. “I could wake up like this every morning.” Max whispered with a sleepy crackle to his voice and although Vic’s body became instantly rigid as she sucked air in through her nose she didn’t move. “Max.” she whispered, as her eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the early morning. Max pressed his nose into the back of her neck and grumbled something as Vic slowly rolled to her back so she could look at him. “Max.” she repeated, with a little more seriousness in her voice. He made a sound that reminded Vic of a grumpy puppy as his nose traveled from the back of her neck to the soft flesh of her ear lobe. “Vic.” he whispered back, and her body immediately responded in an eruption of goosebumps and promising trembles, no matter how hard she tried to remain still. Max’s nose moved from its playful nuzzle against her ear and he slowly drug the soft ti
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Vic jumped up from the chair, dove behind Max and out the door, stopping just a few feet away and placing her hands on the hood of the car. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths as the sound of scuffling feet behind her almost caused her to turn and throw a right hook, but Max’s sweet soft voice rumbled behind her. “I'm supposed to tell you that if you run, the boss says I can stick a bullet in that ass, but it’s such a nice ass I would hate to damage it that badly.” he purred, and Vic let a breathless laugh loose as she shook her head. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?” she asked. Max appeared next to her shrugging, still in his undershirt. “That’s the best I can do, sweetheart. I’m gonna flirt hard because baby you make my blood boil. I would rock your world if you let me.” he said with a smile that stretched all the way across his face and Vic didn't even try to hide her blush as she spun around and hopped up on the hood of the car. Vic locked eyes with
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Vic remained silent as Max opened the door to a sleek black sedan and ushered her into the backseat before climbing in next to her. Through her peripheral she kept an eye on Rowan as he hauled her two moderately sized bags down the stairs and tossed them into the trunk like they didn't weigh at least fifty pounds each. Vic sucked in a breath as Max’s sweater brushed over her shoulders while he moved himself closer to her. “Sorry about the backseat cuddles sweetness.” he smiled and tipped his head to the side playfully. “Rocco doesn't like it when Rowan sits up front, says he drives from the passenger seat,” Max finished and as Vic’s eyes snapped to the front of the car, she caught Rocco’s deep brown eyes almost boring straight through her. “You could sit up front and give the woman some room to breathe.” Rocco grumbled and Max only squeezed Vic’s shoulders tighter against himself. “She likes cuddling with me. We are gonna be besties, right love?” Vic sat with her head and shoulders sc
