Page 14 of Worshiping Faith

Zachs leans in slightly, eyes glittering. “Kiss me, then. Fuck, man, did he really nail you on day one?”

I glare. “I nailed him.”

Zachs barks out a laugh. “Damn. Do women nail men?”

“Screw you, Zachs. Eat your lunch,” I say and open a file.

“You know, Doc…” He pauses just long enough for me to glance back. His green eyes gleam, sharp and knowing. “Just because something is a bad idea doesn’t mean it won’t be a good time.”

Chapter Four

Dax

Every step rattles my shoulder, grinding bone and muscle together like rusted gears. The pain is constant, a dull roar under my skin, but I keep walking.

Eyes are on me as I cross the yard.

Waiting.

Watching for one sign of weakness. One crack they can pry open and tear apart.

If not for the bigger threat on the mainland, I’d put a bullet in half these bastards and clear the board myself.

But I don’t have that luxury.

Not yet.

I scan for Faith.

Faith.

That stubborn, reckless, infuriating woman. She was pissed that I even suggested she let us take care of her.

Part of me fucking loves that she’s so mine.

Part of me wants to shake her until she understands that together we’re a force, a force she needs if she’s going to survive in this hellscape.

Because this isn’t over. We can’t stay here.

And if Wilkes and Zachs hadn’t pulled my bleeding body from the water, I’d be gone.

And then what?

She’d have been alone.

A lone woman against almost fifty of the most dangerous men alive.

She wouldn’t have stood a fucking chance.

She needs us. All of us.

Trip nods at me from across the yard, his usual unreadable stare flicking over me, assessing. A simple gesture, all is well.

Good.

I carry on. There’s shit to do.

Wilkes is already waiting at the armory. He doesn’t say anything at first, just hands me a water bottle. I take it. Don’t thank him. He doesn’t expect me to.

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