My Maddie (Hades Hangmen #8) - Tillie Cole Page 0,122

I stayed where I was. I wouldn’t drag her down with me. She was meant to stand high in the sky, not down in the dirt with me.

Saffie’s eyes dropped to the ground, and then they slowly lifted. She walked carefully toward me, each step looking like she was floating on a fucking cloud. I saw her hand lift. It was trembling as it began to close in on my face. I held my fucking breath, waiting for the expected slap. I deserved it. Instead, her palm kissed my cheek and I fucking sank into her warmth. Fuck the drugs in my veins. The feel of her touch took every bit of the heroin away and replaced it with light.

Lifting my eyes, I met her dark gaze. “Do not mistake my quietness for weakness. I am stronger than what people believe.” I swallowed hard, praying she never moved her hand away from me ever again. Her eyes traced the flame tattoos that raced up my arms. Looking at me once more, she said, “I was forged in the fire, Asher. I was born to withstand the flames.” With that, Saffie’s hand slipped from my cheek and she walked back into her cabin, not once looking back as the door shut behind her.

I curled my hands into fists, disgusted with myself for the shit I said to her. Then I pressed my hand against my cheek. Over the same spot Saffie had left her warmth, her addictive scent… her fucking softness seared on my skin. A softness I craved, craved more than the drugs in my system. Rage ate at my heart because I couldn’t have her. I had never wanted anyone like I’d wanted her. But she was broken. Way too broken to attach herself to a sinner like me, someone who was destined for hell. She was an angel sent down to earth, so sinners like me could worship her goodness.

I gripped my hair and pulled on the stands, relishing the fucking pain. I’d said it before, and I would say it again: the world was fucked, and everything in it was shit… I took a deep breath and I saw Saffie’s brown eyes in my mind, and the kindness that lived inside them, despite the words I’d used to hurt her. I see you, she’d said. With three words she had fucking obliterated my world. The one person I refused to ever let in, saw through me, like a telescope into my mangled soul. I see you… But someone as perfect as her would decay and rot in my world. She would lose the light that still beamed from her pure heart.

The world was fucked and everything in it was shit… except her.

Everything was ruined… except her.

Epilogue

Flame

“We got the good stuff behind the bar, Ash?” Viking asked, leaning over the new bar to my brother.

“All stocked,” he said. “They’re on their way, Flame. Zane just picked them up.”

I looked across the room. Mae and Lilah were with their kids, Styx and Ky beside them. Maddie was coming with Phebe and AK. Like fucking months ago, our brothers were gathering to celebrate Beatrix. I searched the room, making sure I saw no flames. No one would be burning this fucking place down today. Solomon, Samson, and Beau were patrolling the compound. My skin heated just thinking about some fuckers out there being after Maddie and her sisters. There had been fucking nothing for weeks. No threats. Fuck all. Didn’t mean it wasn’t coming. They wouldn’t get to Maddie or Beatrix. Not unless they wanted my fucking blade in their eyes.

The cabins had all been built, scattered around the compound. All the homes would be watched. Styx got some fucking expensive ass security place to install cameras everywhere. There wasn’t one part of the compound that wasn’t being watched or recorded. We’d get the fuckers. They didn’t stand a fucking chance against us. Whoever the fuck they were.

Viking suddenly knocked back a shot of whiskey and straightened his cut. “Flame, my man, how do I look?” I stared at Viking’s cut and his long red hair. Why was he asking me this? “The hair good? I fucking washed it. The beard too.” I stared at the door and waited for Maddie. “Fuck, man. I even shaved my pubes.” Viking leaned in. I stepped back. “Between you and me, I ain’t ever seen the anaconda looking so damn perfect. And shit brother… it’s some fucking length and width. Thinking Ruth could