Page 52 of Wild Night

Void is so nice.

Like, beyond nice.

I don’t know how this man isn’t married with a houseful of children. Because if I hadn’t met and fallen for Ivy, this would be the man I would choose. He’s everything I thought I could never have in a man.

Before Lucian, before any other boyfriend I had, I wouldn’t have looked twice at Void, not because he’s a scary biker, but because I wouldn’t have thought a guy that nice would want anything to do with me. I would have been right, no doubt, but not for that reason. I would have likely sabotaged it, knowing that I didn’t deserve him.

The realization slams into me like a freight train with no brakes. I’m sure I came across some really great guys. And I would have told myself that I wasn’t attracted to them, even if I was, because I knew I wasn’t good enough for them. Andthatis how I ended up with one trash-bag man after the next until Imarriedthe whole dumpster. And I didn’t even marry him. It was a ceremony of fakeness.

I told myself that I was going to start doing the opposite, that I was going to start going against my initial reactions, and that starts now. Void is giving me the option, which I think means that he trusts this man enough that I can, too.

“He can come here,” I state.

“You sure?” he asks.

Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I worry the skin there for a moment before I speak. “You trust him?” I ask.

He watches me for a moment, his gaze searching mine, then he grins. “He’s a Reaper. So yeah, I do. But I also know of him. Heard a lot about him over the years. He’s one of the OGs. He’s good, Posey.”

“Then he can come here,” I say. “He came all the way here to speak to me. It’s the least I can do.”

“I’ll order some takeout,” Void mutters.

“Pizza?” I ask.

His lips twitch into a smirk. “Better fuckin’ believe it.”

So, instead of stressing out about this man I don’t know who is coming here to talk to me, I decide to just go with the flow. I clean up around the house, then take a long, hot shower and wash my hair.

By the time I finish, I’m so exhausted that I curl up on the sofa with my throw blanket, and within seconds, my eyelids flutter closed, and I fall asleep—hard.

IVY

Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen with Posey, but today is the day. I’m sitting in court, ready to do my thing, to attempt to represent this asshole who I know did what he’s being accused of doing. But all I can think about is Posey and the fact that Shocker is going to talk to her today.

I hope like fuck he can convince her to come home… come back to me. Bullet and Dakota want her here because she’s family, but I do because I fucking love her.

Love has never been something I was ever interested in. But weeks without her, and I know that she’s the one I want. Posey Bennet is my old lady. She doesn’t know it yet, but that’s what she is. The woman has gone through shit, but it’s nothing we couldn’t work through together.

Lucian Whitmore will never be an issue ever again. At least, I’ve been assured that is the case. I would like to see for myself that he’s no longer a threat, but beggars can’t be choosers, so I’ll take the assurance with a grain of salt.

When the court breaks for lunch, instead of focusing on the next witness’s set of questions the way I should be, I dig my phone out of my pocket and call Bullet. I don’t even let him greet me before I ask him if he’s heard anything.

“She’s agreed to meet with Shock tonight.”

Thank. Fuck.

“I got about three more days of this trial. If they aren’t on their way home, I’m going out there.”

Bullet chuckles. “Don’t fuck her up, brother,” he says.

Turning my head, I dip my chin as I look down at my shoes. Pinching my eyes closed, I let out an exhale.

“She’s already fucked me up more than any other goddamn human could ever imagine.”

And that’s not a lie. I’ve never felt this out of control before in my entire fucking life. I’m about ready to end my whole fucking career and life for this woman. I’ve spent weeks without her, worried about her, trying to give her the space she needs, and feeling completely fucked up about every minute of every day.

I’ve never needed anyone in my life.

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