Page 20 of Jagger's Remorse
His mouth moves to my throat, and I moan like I'm supposed to.
Like I learned to do when Diego first taught me how bodies could be weapons.
But this is different.
This feels different.
Because under the performance, something real sparks.
Something I didn't plan for.
"Stop," I gasp.
He freezes immediately. Steps back. And that tells me more than any kiss could.
He wants me, but he wants me willingly. Interesting weakness.
"I'm not going to be another conquest," I say, straightening his shirt. "Another notch on your bedpost."
"You're not?—"
"I'm exactly that. Or I would be, if I let you continue." I move to his bed, sit down primly. "So let's discuss rules."
"Rules?"
"You have me. Congratulations. The question is what you're going to do with me."
He runs a hand through his hair, disrupting its careful styling. "The club expects me to break you. Get information."
"So break me." I shrug. "Or pretend to. I'll scream very convincingly."
"You'd fake torture?"
"I've survived the real thing. Faking it is easy."
"What about the information? Los Lobos won't wait forever."
"Lucky for you, I actually have what they want." I examine my nails, noting blood under them. His blood, from where I scratched. "Routes my father used. Stash houses he set up. Account numbers for money he hid."
"You'd give that up?"
"I'd trade it. Information for protection. Seems fair."
"What kind of protection?"
"Keep the other brothers away from me. Keep Los Lobos from taking me back. Let me stay here, in this room, until I figure out my next move."
"And in return?"
"I'll play your broken toy. Tell you enough truth to keep everyone happy. Share my father's secrets slowly, so you maintain value to both club and cartel." I meet his eyes. "I'll even warm your bed, if you ask nicely."
"I don't want?—"
"Yes,you do." I pull his shirt over my head, sit there in my underwear. "You've wanted it for five years. Dreamed about it. Jerked off thinking about it."
His jaw clenches.
"But here's the thing, Jagger. I've wanted it too." The admission surprises us both. "I've hated you and wanted you at the same time. Planned your death while touching myself. Came thinking about your blood on my hands."
