Page 75 of Hostile Love
While I consider what the fuck to do next, a glossy black motorcycle pulls up beside me. Instincts has me reaching for mygun and pointing it at the rider who slowly flips up their tinted black visor.
The corners of my mouth helplessly tug wide and my body warms.
Dani.
Liquid silver eyes crease at the corners like my little firecracker is grinning too, and then she pulls off her helmet.
“Need a ride, baby?”
Wearing fingerless leather gloves, she captures stray strands of hair and tucks them behind her ear. Natural ebony lashes blink slowly as she studies the awestruck smile on my face.
Her pupils flare. The crown of gray framing them grows thinner in the seconds we stare at each other, falling deeper in this new territory we've claimed.
Oh my God, she’s hot.
Unfortunately, now isn’t the time to get horny. My family needs me.
“The hit on Dré was meant for India,” I tell her, opening the passenger door and getting out. “She’s at the hospital. Want me to drive?”
Dani laughs, soft and girly. “I know the way. Hop on. And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my little crow.”
“Little?” I jest with a chuckle. “There’s nothinglittleabout me, baby. And you know it.”
She grins. “You’ll have to refresh my memory later.”
“Refresh your memory?” I scoff. “It’ll be branded on your pussy for eternity. Mark my words.”
“It’s a date.” She smirks, all traces of hostility well and truly obliterated behind dark desire.
She deserves to smile, laugh, and feel loved. We both do.
“Come on. Let’s go,” Dani urges.
She shoves her helmet on her head, shrugs out of her bulky backpack and hands it to me to wear instead.
Revving the engine, she motions for me to join her on the back of the motorcycle.
Without a helmet of my own, or any fucks given, I shove the straps over my shoulders and climb on behind her, putting full trust in my woman.
I ignore the security guys who swiftly exit the convoy to the front and back of my vehicle, their only job to protect me.
In position, I slide my arms around her narrow waist, getting high on the rush of being close to her, combined with the mechanical power surging as we take off.
We weave around stationary cars and shoot up the inside lane blocked off by orange cones. Dani ignores the temporary change of traffic lights when they switch to red again.
With me holding on tight, she drives like a demon, expertly picking up speed when we hit the straightaway.
Even though lives are at stake and my loved ones are in mortal danger, riding with this woman lights up my whole world.
I’m not lonely anymore.
This is the feeling I’ve chased all my life.
A mix of danger and Dani.
Cartel justice and dark desire.
Fast-paced action makes me come alive. I don’t want to be chauffeured about day in and day out, suited and bored. I’d rather roll up my sleeves and get stuck in––The Covenant way.
