Page 36 of Hart of Vengeance
Like I gave a fuck. The students in the hall could watch for all I cared.
Then she took me deeper, until my eyes rolled back in my head.
I banged my fist on the wall I was leaning against and thrust my hips out. “Suck harder,” I growled.
She waved a hand in front of me. “Denim, where did you go?”
I sighed, relieved she couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans. Hell, if she hadn’t distracted me, I might’ve lost my load like a pubescent teenager.
“So, are you dating?” I asked.
Her cheeks flushed through the light amount of makeup she was wearing. “No one at the moment.”
Maybe that guy in the lobby was someone she worked with.
Thank you, universe.
“What about you? Any dates in prison?” She stiffened as though she’d been thinking about those two questions but hadn’t meant to ask them out loud.
I let out a belly laugh. “Would you be disappointed if I said yes?” I had hooked up with a nurse a time or two.
Her face blossomed red. “Why would I care?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You followed me, got shot at, and you’re sitting here. So I would say you do.”
She snarled, her nose twitching.
I couldn’t help but smile. “You hate that I’m right.”
She stuck out her tongue.
I adjusted my dick.
She was making it difficult for me not to leap over the table and take her in the booth. But the playfulness between us vanished when her phone rang.
Sighing, she dove into her purse and plucked out her phone. “Hello.” The spark she’d had in her eyes a moment ago darkened. “Where? Of course. I’m on my way.” Her hand shook as she lowered the phone. “I gotta go. Savannah was medevacked to Mass General.”
Holy shit!She didn’t have to tell me why. I knew all too well what happened in prison when men were sent to a civilian hospital.
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Jade
Ipaced a small area near the crowded waiting room. “Stupid me. Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I mumbled to myself as I bit my nails.
After two hours of thewhooshof the sliding doors opening and closing, a baby wailing, a man moaning as he held his leg, and my pulse pounding in my ears, I wanted to scream.
I had some patience, but not when Savannah’s life was hanging in the balance. My stomach was knotted, my head hurt, and I wanted to kick myself over and over again until I was black and blue.
Savannah had been telling the truth. I didn’t know all the details, but what I’d learned so far was that she’d been severely beaten and was barely breathing. They’d rushed her into surgery, and she was still there.
Why didn’t I believe her? Why didn’t I help her?
I wiped a tear away, clutching my chest, willing my heart to stop hurting and racing. I felt as though I’d been crushed by a compactor that flattened cars. But nothing would take away the pain gripping me until I knew Savannah was okay. Even then I wasn’t sure I would get past the guilt, which was more maddening than the pain.
With my attention on the shiny floor, I pivoted on my heel and resumed counting my steps, ten steps in one direction and ten in the other. Whenever I freaked out, I counted—sometimes to twenty and sometimes to fifty—but that day, ten was the magical number that kept me from screaming at the top of my lungs.
When I reached nine, I plowed into a rock-solid body that felt like a brick wall. My nose hit Denim’s chest before he wrapped his fingers around my wrists. The clean, soapy scent of his button-up shirt invaded my nostrils, and I wanted to bury my nose deeper into him. Maybe I could snuggle into him just for a moment.
