Legions (Georgia Smoke #7)

Twelve

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“It’s not so bad, is it? Owning my dark, twisted soul.”

Thatcher

Standing over Capri, I watched her sleep in her childhood bed. I’d waited until her mother had finally taken a sleeping pill before slipping into the bedroom window that I’d made sure to break its lock before leaving her earlier. She’d been insistent that she stay with her mother. Seeing as how I had played a part in ripping everything, she thought she knew about her father and letting it go up in flames, so I allowed it.

I pulled off my shirt and then got rid of my boots and jeans before folding the covers back to climb into bed beside her. She couldn’t sleep without me. I’d not pointed it out earlier because she’d had a lot to deal with, and her mom needed her.

But my little doll needed me.

She curled against my chest before her eyes fluttered open. Her body only tensed briefly before relaxing.

“You knew I’d come,” I said, brushing her hair from her face.

She sighed. “Yes, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to.”

I’d hurt her today. I could see it in her eyes. It had been eating me alive.

“Don’t say that,” I pleaded. “You wanted me here.”

She placed her palm on my chest. “You kept something like that from me. That’s as bad as a lie.”

Reaching up, I gripped her chin. “How did I do that? When I knew telling you would break your heart, yet not telling you was also hurting you. I was waiting until I had to. Until the time came that I had to tell you all I knew. Seeing you hurt is worse than a fucking bullet in the chest,” I told her.

Her eyes dropped to the small scar near my shoulder where I’d taken a bullet years ago. “Is that what this is?”

I nodded.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re invincible. I forget that you can get hurt too,” she whispered.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist. “We went to collect on a loan. The bastard’s security saw us coming and shot at Sebastian. I stepped in front of him. Took the hit, then killed them all—a bullet to three different heads. Then I turned and checked to make sure my brother was fine before ripping the bottom of my shirt and wrapping it around the wound so I wouldn’t bleed out too bad. I went inside, collected what was owed to us plus an extra grand for the inconvenience, got back in the Escalade, and headed to Maeme’s for Chicken and Dumplings and Banana Pudding.”

She was listening to me intently. Her brows drew together. “What about your wound?” she asked.

I pulled her hand away and kissed her fingertips.

“Doc showed up, got the bullet out, and stitched me up somewhere between the dumplings and banana pudding,” I moved my lips to her palm and licked. “I’m invincible, little doll. You don’t have to worry about me. You’re the only force on earth that can destroy me.”

She let out a shaky breath, and I lifted my eyes to look at her while I continued tracing the lines of her palm with my tongue.

“I should be mad at you; I shouldn’t want to be with a man who has killed people for me, sliced off a man’s finger for touching me, known since day one about my father’s sins, my best friend’s sins, and said nothing.”

I inhaled and pressed a hard kiss to the center of her hand before placing it on my heart. Leaning down, I licked at her ear then along her neck. “But you need me. You crave me,” I told her. Sliding a hand over her bottom and jerking her up to rub her against my dick. “I’m a fucked up, unhinged monster, and you are my sanity.”

She let out an uneven breath. “That’s intimidating.”

I brushed my lips over her collarbone. “How so?”

Her fingers sank into my hair when my lips pulled her nipple into my mouth.

“That, ah, makes me feel,” she paused as she moaned. “Important. Too important.”

I let the hard pink tip go and ran my tongue between her tits. “You’re the most important person to the mafia in Georgia, and they know it.”

“What?” she asked, tightening her grip on my hair.

“Something happens to you, any threads of humanity I have are gone. You are what triggers my emotions. You hold them all in your tiny little hands.”

I slid two fingers between her legs, causing her to cry out as she opened her legs wider.

“That’s it, little doll. Give me that pussy. Let me make all the bad go away,” I told her as I watched her face. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes as I began to fuck her with my hand. Her hips lifted to me. Her mouth slightly open. “It’s not so bad, is it? Owning my dark, twisted soul.”

A cross between a whimper and a laugh came from her.

“It’s unfair,” she panted. “You distract me so easily.”

Grinning, I move down her body, rolling her onto her back. “Maybe, but just think, every time I do something messed up, and you think you want to leave me, I’ll lick your sweet pussy until you pass out from the orgasms, pin you beneath me and fuck you until all you see and want is me.”

Another low mewing sound as her body arched. I lapped at her wet cunt, tasting her sweet juice as she squirmed, pulled my hair, pleaded for more.

“That’s a good girl. Now, squirt all over my face, little doll.”