Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,41

meet everyone, feel like she’s part of something.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I exhale. “Uncuff her. Stay with her tonight. If she makes a run for it, deal with her.” Void’s jaw ticks to the side. “If she stays put, bring her up in the morning to meet everyone. Make it clear, though, she’s under your protection. She leaves the bunker, I won’t hesitate in having you hunt her down and ending her. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I’ll make sure to have Eva locked away in the morning, so their paths won’t cross. If Ivy passes this test, then we might have a way ahead with this whole damn mess.”

Void widens his eyes. “Wanna fill me in?”

“Let’s just see if she passes the flight test first. Night, Ivy,” I say loudly.

She turns to face us. “Night, Nycto! Say hi to Eva for me.” She smirks cheekily.

“Smartass,” I grunt back as I turn, walking for the stairs.

I have no idea if I’m doing the right thing with Ivy, but the key to getting Eva on my side has always been her sister. If making Ivy feel at home means she’s on board with being here, then I’m halfway there. I just have to have all the pieces of my plan fall into place.

Step one begins—Ivy.

Let’s hope she makes it through the night without fucking shit up. If Void trusts her, then I do too. I hope his trust isn’t misplaced in her giant breasts and gorgeous face. Ivy is stunning. While Void isn’t one to normally let a pretty woman impair his judgment, he’s never been confined to a cell with one before.

Everything we’re all going through right now is new territory.

We have two packages we’ve stolen from Andrés, and those packages are making me lose my damn shit. I’ve never been in a situation like this one before.

Choosing a person, a living, breathing angel over the good of the club, it’s unheard of. And whether I’ve made the right call or not is yet to be seen. Just because Eva looks, talks, and acts like an angel, doesn’t mean she isn’t the devil in disguise. The thing about the devil is, it comes with your own personal hell.

Eva has me trapped in the middle of a whirling inferno. Though it rages and ignites my soul like only the devil can do, she manages to calm the beast inside of me that no one else can.

Angel or devil? I can’t decide.

But time will tell.

So for now, I’ll sit in my purgatory waiting to meet my fate.

Will Ivy be the savior of my problems with her sister, or have I made a mess so big, not even divine intervention can save me?

Exhaling, I make my way back to my bedroom where Eva should be sleeping. Stopping at my door, I take a deep breath, then unlock it, push the door slowly and walk in. Locking the door behind me, Eva still has her back to me, her slow breathing echoing around the room. I think she’s asleep.

Every time I’ve been in here, I’ve kept it PG13. I’ve taken my cut off but slept in my jeans and shirt.

But tonight, I want to be fucking comfortable. So, I shrug out of my cut placing it in my closet and kick off my boots and socks leaving them at the end of my bed. Unbuckling my belt, Eva whimpers a little, her arm moving slightly. I stop moving until she stills, then I continue getting undressed. I throw my jeans over my desk chair, then yank off my shirt leaving me in my boxer briefs.

I don’t know how she’ll react to this, but I’m going with it. Walking to the end of the bed, I crawl up the other side. Eva stirs slightly as I slide under the covers. Rolling on my back, I turn my head to face her. She’s so fucking cute. A strand of hair lays across her cheek. Her eyes fluttering behind her closed lids. She must be dreaming. Reaching out, I swipe the stray strand behind her ear. She’s so calm. There’s no doubt she must be an angel.

She whimpers in her sleep again. What’s she dreaming about? Her hand flops out from under her chin landing on my chest. My eyes widen as her hand splays out. Eva’s body reacts to me, instinctively shuffling closer. Her top leg loops around mine, pulling me to her as her body completely aligns itself against mine.

My eyes widen as I lay flat