Page 42 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“That’s a yes.”
I sighed and pulled out the tablet and showed her the image.
Nova stared at the screen, jaw tight.
“That her?”
“Yeah, that’s Sabrina.”
“She’s with them? Kyle, I mean.”
“Looks like it.”
Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. “You still want to save her?” She asked.
My gaze snapped to hers. “No. But I will end her if I have to.”
Her mouth parted like she wasn’t expecting that answer. Good, I wanted to let her know I’m not conflicted about the endgame.
“I don’t trust her,” Nova whispered. “And I know that puts me in the selfish wife category or whatever…”
“Stop,” I growled. “Don’t do that. You ain’t selfish. You got every fuckin’ right to protect what’s yours. And this right here?”I tapped the space between us. “Is ours. Ain’t nobody gon’ threaten that. Not even Sabrina.”
Nova stared at me for a long second, then nodded slowly.
“I believe you,” she said.
“But?”
“But… I still see the way you flinch when her name comes up. The way your eyes go dark when you think I’m not looking.”
I didn’t respond.
She pushed off the counter and came close, resting her palm on my chest.
“I need you present, Crew. Not just in body. Not just when it’s time to fuck or fight. I need you here with me, because I’m scared.” Her voice cracked. “I ain’t scared of Sabrina. I’m scared of losing you to her memory.”
I cupped her jaw, leaning close.
“You won’t,” I said, voice low and rough. “She ain’t my heart you are.”
“You sure?”
I didn’t blink. “I’m fuckin’ positive.”
It was the kind of night we were fighting to protect. Nova sat on the big sectional, one hand absently resting on her belly. While I sat beside her, my arm draped over the back of the couch, and the other held her hip as I pretended to watch the movie she picked. Timberly was sprawled across Nova’s lap, chattering away as she showed her mom the picture she had been drawing.
“This is the baby,” Timberly explained solemnly, pointing at the lumpy figure on her paper. Nova chuckled.
“That's beautiful baby,” she murmured, brushing Timberly’s hair back.
I grunted, but my mouth twitched at the picture. “Needs more muscles,” I said.
Nova laughed, smacking my shoulder. “It’s a baby, not a mini you.”
I shot her a look. “It’s our baby. It’s gonna be tough.”
Black snorted from his corner, where he was reading one of the books Nova had gotten from Cree, Anesia’s best friend.
