Page 197 of Psycho

“I’m not easy to kill.”

“But not impossible,” I said as more tears fell. “Why would you do this?”

Micah didn’t say anything for three long seconds. When he spoke, his voice was gruff. “Your father is working with the Devil Sinners MC.”

“Who?”

“The Devil Sinners were here before the King’s Men came and took over. Three years back, some of their members touched Roman. Luckily, he was able to get away. That doesn’t change the fact that they hurt someone that belonged to me. I went on a hunt and killed the highest-ranking officers, and I thought when those bastards were gone, the MC would disband. I thought wrong. They’re back, with someone taking charge. I don’t know who yet, but I do know your father is working with them. The man I am challenging to a fight is the current VP of the Devil Sinners. I’m gonna bait the new president to come out of hiding by publicly killing the VP—and send a message to your dad.”

“But does it really have to be this way? Do you really have to risk your life like this?”

“Baby, do you really think I’m gonna let some stupid fucker kill me? You think I’m gonna let you go that easily?”

He cupped both of my cheeks and looked into my eyes. “Everything is going to be fine.”

I grabbed onto his forearm. “I want to come.”

His eyes turned cold. “Absolutely not.”

“Why? You think I can just stay here all night while you’re off at the fight? You don’t think it would drive me crazy not knowing anything?”

“You know what this fight will be like. I’m not bringing you with me and exposing you to that shit.”

I shook my head. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I worked there before.”

“And fucking Ozzy Reyes has to answer for that. But I’m not letting you watch me kill a man.”

“You think I don’t already know the kind of man you are?”

I stood up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to me. His expression became closed-off, but I wasn’t offended by that. I was beginning to understand the enigma that was Micah Stone.

“I know you, Micah. And I love you. Nothing you do or say can ever scare me off.”

Frustration brimmed over in his eyes.

“Please don’t make me stay home like this. I just… I can’t. I don’t want to lose you. So please take me with you.”

The closed-off expression slowly disappeared, and what was left were all these emotions I never would see etched on every facet of his face.

There was anger, frustration, defeat… tenderness.

I pulled myself closer to him.

“Please.”

“Fuck,” he uttered, and I knew I had won then.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it roughly to the side so that I was looking at him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

“I know,” I said, not looking away.

Micah moved then.

He grabbed the straps of my dress and pulled it down over my shoulders.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts popped from the fabric.

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