Page 39 of Until Mayhem

That didn’t mean I was naïve enough to think he was one of the good guys.

But I also wasn’t naïve enough to think there wasn’t a badder guy out there.

In the face of whatever chaos awaited, I wanted to be on the same side as the bad guy who held me tenderly in his lap—not the one who’d destroyed my personal possessions and made enemies with a psycho, his biker brothers, and an accented beast.

Well, I’d be on his side as long as he filled me in on what was happening and promised no more kidnapping. Because otherwise the deal was off and I’d run barefoot to Nox and Gus.

“We need to talk.”

Judge’s lips brushed against the top of my head when he said, “Okay.”

“After I get some sleep,” I amended. When he didn’t move his arm, I pressed against his hold. It took a few long moments, but he eventually relented and released me, though he skimmed across my skin as I went.

“Lights off,” he said, his eyes glued to me the last thing I saw before the room went dark.

I climbed back into bed and stayed on the side closest to Judge.

Because beyond instinct, logic, common sense, and everything else, that was where I felt safest as I fell into a deep sleep.

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