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“Not here. Let’s get you home where we have all night to talk.”
As irritated as I was that she hid the truth from me, I couldn’t blame her.
After everything we’ve been through over the past two months, something like this wouldn’t have been the first thing I’d expect her to disclose. Not when she was so sure that she had gotten away with it in the first place.
“Dallas. You have to understand this isn’t what—” Her voice trembled with her words, and I tightened my embrace for comfort.
“Whatever you’ve done, for whatever fucking reason, it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I get to take you home instead of imagining how you are holding up behind bars. Jail is no placefor my sweet girl, and I’ll do everything in my fucking power to keep you out of it.”
Looking lovingly into her eyes, I could see them glistening with the tears she fought to hold back. I dragged my knuckle down her soft cheek before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.
“I don’t deserve you…” Bria uttered with a quiet whimper.
“I’ll be the one to decide whether or not you deserve me.” I deepened my kiss as her lips parted, sliding my hand to cradle the back of her head.
This woman was everything and so much fucking more.
I would fight for her beyond the grave.
She was mine—forever, and I meant it from the very first time I said it.
Chapter 35
Bria
IwantedtotellDallas everything—from the moment he revealed who he was and the secret society he belonged to… the dancing… my test…
But every time I felt ready enough to approach the subject of Connor and what I had done…
I backpedaled—out of fear of how he would react and see me once he knew and understood the truth of who I was.
Sure, the Men Under Revue was an organization run by smoking hot murderers, but they weren’t senseless killers. At least that was the impression my husband had left on me with the kind of man he was, and even with my test… My target was nothing more than a piece of shit to the world; he wasn’t some innocent man just trying to make a living. He was disgusting, vile, and abusive to the company he purchased.
What I had done to Connor and Tahlia… That wasn’t for poetic justice; there was nothing holy about the act I had committed. I did what I did out of depraved darkness, and no matter how many times I circled back to that memory—I’d fucking do it again.
That was the difference, and if he knew his wife was nothing more than a woman who would slaughter two innocent people for revenge, he wouldn’t want me.How fucking could he?
And I had fallen so fucking hard for him that I’d give anything to remain his—never to leave his side as hissweet girl.
His affirmation took me aback, and I was caught entirely off guard by the strength of our bond. While I had loved Dallas fiercely with every part of my bleeding heart, he truly did reciprocate the same feeling.
“Dallas—”
“There you are! Holy fuck, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What the hell, Bria?” Asher stood in the doorway to the room, her hands planted firmly on her hips, and a look of—was that irritation?
“Ash—”
“Are you okay? What did they say to you? Did they let you go?!” Asher rushed toward me as Dallas silently released his hold, allowing her to reach for my wrists, inspecting the swollen red marks that now encompassed them. “I’ll fucking kill them for this.”
Woah, Asher… where the fuck was this coming from?
“Hang on a second…” My head was spinning like a bad case of whiplash. “Why areyouhere? Aren’t you horrified by what they announced in front of everyone? Of what I did?”
How could she be so nonchalant about the accusation?
I murdered my fucking ex and his whore.
Asher scoffed at my confusion, releasing me and flipping her hair before crossing her arms over her chest.
