Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
He didn’t seem too upset about my attire choices, and said he’d talk to Crew about it when we got there.
“And what do you suggest that I do while you’re doing what you have to do?” I asked. “You want me to gather intelligence on the kid situation? And why they’re all so damn scared to talk?”
“Yes,” he said. “I don’t really expect you to perform or anything. Maybe we can act like you’re new and you don’t know anything. That way you can be taught. Form a relationship. That kind of thing.”
After a few more long minutes of figuring out what we were doing when I got there, we headed out to the bike.
“Are you going to wear my helmet now?” he asked.
I was already shaking my head. “Sorry, but no. If you want me to wear a helmet, I’ll go buy one once I decide I’m no longer hiding from my family. Or when I make enough to warrant buying that. But until then, I’m just going to continue to live life dangerously.”
He didn’t like that. I could tell by the look on his face.
Yet…that’s how I felt.
No way would I ever take someone’s helmet away from them. If he’d died because I was wearing his helmet, I’d never be able to forgive myself.
“I’ll buy it,” he suggested.
I was rolling my eyes before he even finished. “Or I could walk if it means that much to you. I’d just like to point out you’re already paying for my hotel room.”
He sighed. “I’ll go rent a car.”
I tilted my head to look at him curiously. “It really means that much to you?”
“Yeah, because if I’m the one who wrecks, and you get substantially hurt because you weren’t wearing a helmet, something I could’ve provided for you easily, how do you think I’d feel?”
Well, it looked like we were at an impasse.
And it made more sense for me to give in to him buying me a helmet rather than him shelling out a shit ton of money to rent a car just because I refused to allow him to buy it.
“Fine,” I said. “We can go buy a helmet.”
So we did.
He came back out of the Harley store ten minutes later with a black one, and I had to smile because I’d been nervous that he’d come out with a bright pink one like the lady who’d left when we’d arrived.
It was making my heart happy to have someone actually paying attention to what I liked and disliked.
Hell, Hannibal already understood me more than my own family did.
What was up with that?
CHAPTER 10
When you laugh, just laugh. No need to hit others.
-Hannibal to Hades
HANNIBAL
I walked in like I was her boyfriend, not a person that could possibly change their lives.
When I saw her sitting there suiting up in a long, black, flowy dress, I had to stop and catch my breath for a second.
She really was breathtaking.
Trying to control my cock’s urge to inflate at the sight of her, I walked forward until I was right behind her, then encircled her hips with my arm.
Pulling her back into my chest, I placed a wicked kiss on her throat and growled, “Hey, baby.”
She didn’t stiffen like I expected her to. What she did do was turn in my arms, then throw her arms around my shoulders and kiss me.
Oh boy, did she kiss me.
My hands automatically moved down the length of her body, one hand going to her lower back, and the other going to her ass and pulling her closer.
I didn’t think either one of us expected the kiss to get out of hand, but that was exactly what had happened the moment that her mouth touched mine.
It was as if we’d both realized rather quickly that one kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
An underlying current of need had been developing since we’d seen each other in the parking lot of Vegas Royale.
Now, all I wanted to do was kiss her and never stop.
Only, that wasn’t how life worked.
There was always someone there ready and willing to interrupt your happy.
Eventually, we pulled away as if we’d both mutually agreed to control ourselves, and I realized just how quiet it’d gotten since my arrival.
Before the kiss, there’d been ten other women in the room.
After the kiss, there were now fifteen.
And all of them were silently looking at us like we’d just done something incredibly interesting.
“Hades, darlin’,” the one who’d been closest to Hades when I’d come in said. “Who’s this striking human?”
Striking human?
Who talked like that?
“Ummmmmm,” Hades was tongue-tied. I liked it.
“Hannibal,” I said, holding out my hand to her.
She took it, with the utmost reluctance might I add, and shook it once before dropping it and staring at me like she’d just stuck her hand in shit, and not touched my skin.