Page 68 of The Saviors: Part One
He gives me a dry look. “You only let me because I didn’t give you a choice.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Nolan. If I wanted to stop you, I could have.” Does he think he forced me? I’m twice his size, I could have easily stopped him. And a part of me did want to stop it until I saw the look in his eyes when he was on his knees. “I’m not making you move out, and I don’t regret what happened. Are you okay with what happened?”
His mouth drops open. “Are you kidding me? I’ve had dreams, hell, daydreams about your cock in my mouth.” His mouth snaps closed, and his face blooms with color. “I mean, yeah. I’m okay with it.” There’s something refreshing about Nolan. He’s not hardened by this life like the rest of us are. I see things in very black and white. He sees everything in color. It’s like looking at the Saviors in a whole new light through his eyes. “You don’t regret it?”
I shake my head. “No. I just wish you wouldn’t have run out of there after.”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Nolan says quietly.
“Have you ever been with a guy before?”
Nolan shrugs. “Yeah. But not one that looks like you.” Well, if that didn’t just inflate my ego all the way the fuck up. “Have you?”
“Nope. You were my first.” I pull his chair over so my knees are bracketing his legs. “If you would have stayed, we could have explored a little more.” I know if I start anything with Nolan, I need to make sure that’s what I want. I’ll never do anything to hurt him like I did Chelsea. Which is something I need to take care of. I don’t need to think about it. I already know what needs to be done. “Is that what you want?”
He sucks in a breath. “You want that with me?”
“You might have caught me off guard earlier, but I’m addicted to your mouth now, Naughty boy.”
“You just…want…my mouth?”
I chuckle, but it comes out husky. “No, that’s not all I want. You need to figure out if that’s what you want. I’m not an easy man, Nolan.” He opens his mouth, and I silence him with a kiss. Just like in the bathroom, I can feel it everywhere. But this time, he isn’t in a rush to get away. His hands are moving across my pecs, trying to pull me closer. I reluctantly pull away. “I want you to think about it. We’ll talk when I get back.” I gently push his chair back and stand up. That’s when he realizes what I’m wearing.
“Where are you going?” he asks with a frown.
“To the warehouses.”
“Is Ari meeting you there?”
“I’m going alone. I’ll be fine.”
“Axel, come on,” he says, panicked, standing up. “You can’t go alone. At least call Ari.”
“Nolan.” I harden my voice, leaving no room for argument. “I’m going alone. Pull up the cameras and get ready. You’re going to be my eyes.”
I leave the room and go straight to the garage before he can change my mind. I need to do this for me and everyone Charlie has hurt. I’m more than ready for this to be over, and what better way to piss him off than to take down his warehouses alone. I strap on a bulletproof vest, grab my knife, Glock, automatic, and slam the door shut on the locker that we keep everything in. I throw it all in my truck and climb behind the wheel. When I’m backing out, that’s when I see Nolan standing on the front porch. Everything in me is screaming to stop the truck, but I fucking can’t. I turn around and speed down the driveway, hitting the button for the gate. It swings open and before long, I’m pulling into the first warehouse. I slide my comms piece in and start strapping various weapons to my body.
“Nolan. You there?”
“Yeah. Feeds are loaded to your phone.” I pull up the app and find the warehouse I need. “I can see everything except for the back right corner. I don’t think that camera works.”
I watch it for a few minutes and only see four guards moving around. “I’m going in.”
Nolan sighs. “Okay, but for the record, I wish you wouldn’t.” I’m already out of the truck, moving before he finishes his sentence. “But of course, you won’t listen to me because you’re a hard-headed asshat.” I growl under my breath because he knows I can’t answer him back right now, but that doesn’t stop him. “It would have taken Ari and his team twenty minutes to get you. But could you wait? No. You had to go play by yourself.”
“Nolan,” I hiss. “I need your head in the game.”
“Oh, it is. Don’t worry.”
I screw the silencer on and creep to the edge of the building. A guy is smoking, not paying any attention to his surroundings. He takes a drag of the cigarette, and I drop him before he even finishes the inhale. After I sweep the outside of the building, I slowly pull open the side door.
“To your right,” Nolan says. We go through the motions until all four guards are down.
“I told you it would be fine.”
“Whatever,” he huffs. “Get the fuck out of there.”
I chuckle. “Are you worried about me, Naughty boy?”
