Page 61 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Savannah
I’m here.
At the barn.
Standing in front of Ghost.
He’s covered in bruises and blood, but I don’t see any cuts on him. Someone must have broken his nose.
“Ah, Savannah. I knew you’d come. You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” he laughs out. I keep my emotions in check, keeping my face as emotionless as possible. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and come let me down.” I slowly walk closer to him. He chuckles. “That’s a good girl.”
It’s me who should be laughing. He really thinks after what he did to me, that I would just let him go? He has lost his fucking mind! I get within a few inches of him and cock my head to the side. I’m looking over his chest and abs, trying to pick a spot to slice open first.
“Come on, baby. Let me down and we can put on a show for your two dumb fuck bodyguards.” He’s trying to give me some kind of look but his face looks like it’s been rearranged.
“Oh, we’ll put on a show for them alright,” I whisper, lifting the butcher knife up. I make a cut, starting on the left side of his chest and ending on the right side.
“Ahhhh! You fucking bitch!” he yells out.
“What’s wrong. Ghost? You don’t like that?” I ask him as I make another cut against his abs. He screams out again and it brings a smile to my face. I make a few more cuts on his abs then take a step back. I can feel Raze at my back.
“You better fucking kill me or I’ll make you wish you were dead,” Ghost grits out. I raise the knife above my head before bringing it down, stabbing him in his chest. I keep stabbing him, screaming. I lose count of how many times I stab him. An arm wraps around my waist and a hand goes around my wrist.Raze.I collapse against his body, tears falling down my face.
“Kitty, he’s dead,” he whispers into my ear. I let go of the knife and it falls to the ground with a clank. Raze turns me around in his arms so I’m facing him. “It’s okay, he’s dead. He won’t ever be able to get to you again.”
He tugs me into his chest and I bury my face in his shirt. I cry, letting out so many pent up emotions and he holds me.
After a few minutes, I stop crying and look up at him. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For bringing me here. For letting me do that.” I can feel blood splatters on my face. Regardless, Raze grabs my face and kisses me. It’s not a gentle kiss either. Oh, no. It’s a deep, passionate, messy kiss— all tongue and teeth. We pull away and we’re both panting. I give him a small, cheeky smile getting his sexy smirk in response.
“Maybe we should head back to the clubhouse and get cleaned up,” I say, looking between us. Both of us now covered in Ghost’s blood. Raze chuckles.
“Yeah, maybe we should.” He hooks an arm around my shoulders and we walk out of the barn.
“You good, Minx?” Ranger looks a little concerned.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I smile a real smile at him. This morning, and for the past few days, I felt like I had a shadow of Ghost hovering around me all the time. Even knowing the brothers had him chained up somewhere. Now, I feel free. Free of his shadow. Free to move on.
We ride back to the clubhouse in Buster’s car. Raze orders one of the prospects to detail the inside and make sure there’s no blood on his seats. Meanwhile, Raze and I head to his room for a shower.
I strip my clothes off and step into the running water, Raze following right behind me. He lathers his hands with soap then gently washes away any blood on my skin. His touch heats my skin. My eyes flutter closed as he moves me under the water to rinse away the soap, peppering soft kisses along my neck and collar bone.
When I open my eyes, they instantly connect with his. He cups my face with his hand, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. He leans down, connecting his lips with mine. This kiss is soft with just a bit of tongue. We finish up in the shower and as we’re drying off, I feel his eyes on me. When I finally look at him, I see worry across his face.
“Raze, you don’t have to be worried about me. I’m okay.” I walk over to him so I’m standing in front of him. I slide my hand down his bare chest and he inhales a sharp breath. I keep moving my hand down and he stops me as I get to the edge of his towel.
“Kitty,” he growls out.
“I want this, Mason. I want you to erase what he did to me,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He growls and picks me up by the back of my thighs, both of our towels falling to the floor. He carries me to the bed and lays me down. He looks at me with a hunger in his eyes. I feel my arousal on the inside of my thighs and squeeze my legs together.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The heat rises in my cheeks. Raze climbs onto the bed, placing a kiss on my lips. He lightly runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. He follows the same trail with his lips, placing kisses from my knee, up to my pussy. He presses his tongue to my clit, putting just enough pressure on it before licking it. He sucks it into his mouth as he slides two fingers into my pussy.
