Page 109 of Never Die for a Sinner
“I didn’t saveCheddar’slife.”
“Okay . . .” she says, picking up on my attitude. “So, why is he indebted to you?”
“He’s not.”
She shoots me a look.
“You’re being cryptic.”
Because I really don’t want to think about fuckingCheddarwhen I’ve got the object of every one of my dirty fantasies in my bed.
“Cheddar is as loyal as they come. Help him, and he’ll return the favor tenfold.”
“So, you helped him?”
“I guess.” When she waits for an explanation, I let out a sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Cheddar was working at a place I took down when I was an agent. He was just a butcher. Didn’t realize they were selling drugs out the back door. I went in, realized they were using him as muscle, and he didn’t even know it. When I took the ring down, I made sure Cheddar wasn’t involved.”
She has the audacity to look sad.
“So, they were using him, and you put a stop to it?”
“I suppose so, though, I came to like the big bastard the more times I spoke to him. I trust him more than anyone besides Christian.”
“Is he why you go there?”
I shrug. “I go there because I like to fight, Ava.”
Something flashes across her eyes before it’s quickly replaced with a look of indifference.
“Cherry seemed nice,” she says, all of a sudden, and I can’t help but chuckle under my breath. “Tell me, does she boil the children first, or is she on one of those raw diets?”
I can’t help but smirk down at her.
“Jealousy looks good on you, baby girl.”
“I amnotjealous,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “That would imply I like you.”
“Don’t like me, huh?” I taunt, I place my finger under her chin, lifting her head. “You seemed to like me plenty when you jumped me in the hall.”
Her cheeks heat under my stare, and I fucking love how responsive she is to me. I just know she’s getting wet again, remembering what we did, and if I weren’t so fucking tired, I’d do it all over again.
“You’re much more likable when your mouth is occupied,” she says, and I grin wickedly.
“Be careful, sweetheart. I’ve got enough in me to show you what it feels like to have something inyourmouth.”
“Fiend.”
“Brat.”
She falls silent, and my thumb strokes across her pouty lips. They’re still swollen from my kissing her, something I’ve never fucking done during sex.
Not until her.
“That place . . .” she says after a long moment. “The Tomb?”
“What about it?”
“Why do youreallygo there?”
