Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,5
fought. Just not hard enough. I thought I might have gotten through to him, whoever this guy is, but I’ve gotten nowhere. Suddenly, his hand sweeps out in front of my face, a white rag covers my mouth as he holds it against me tight.
My eyes widen as I struggle against him, struggling to fight for life.
The toxic fumes invade my system as I fall backward on the checker plate. He towers over me, darkness slowly creeping in my sight. His face lingers over mine, his eyes staring at me like he’s drinking me in.
“I got you, Eva.”
He called me Eva.
With one last inhale, my body stops fighting.
The brute’s eyes are the last thing I see before everything goes black.
Darkness has me.
I have nowhere left to run.
Chapter Three
NYCTO
What the fuck am I thinking?
I’ve done this run thousands of times for Andrés.
Never, ever, has there been a woman who put up a fight as Eva did. They’re always too busy crying and begging like little girls but not Eva. No, my feisty firecracker stood up and tried to defend the women she doesn’t even know.
She made me stand up and take notice. Plus, it did not go unnoticed that she’s not the typical type Andrés goes for. Everyone else in the shipping container was done up and overly sexualized.
Even her sister, Ivy, has the look mastered.
The sex appeal men want.
The sexy attractiveness depraved men pay good money for.
But with Eva, she’s a natural beauty. Stunning. Almost breathtakingly beautiful. With her Cuban sun-kissed skin, dark eyes, and plump lips—perfect for sucking cock. Fuck if I don’t want to wrap my fingers around her long, auburn hair and ram into her from behind. Her slender, toned, and shapely curves are perfect for holding onto, even if she is trying to hide them under that dress. Ignoring all that, I have to say nothing about her screams sex kitten. Hell, she’s probably still a fucking virgin for all I know. That’s the type of innocence she’s exuding right now.
Maybe that’s why she caught my eye.
Maybe that’s what has drawn my attention.
Maybe that’s why I’m going to be in a world of fucking hurt.
Because I couldn’t let her go.
As I sit in my van in the clubhouse compound, my other brothers are anxious for me to get out. They’re waiting to see where the hell we go from here.
Because I have royally fucked-up.
I’ve made the mistake of letting Eva get in my damn head.
Now the club could pay for my singular action.
My hands grip onto the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white with the force. I need to face this, I just don’t know how. I still haven’t figured out the why.
A shadow steps beside the window of my driver’s side door, and I turn. Void flares his nostrils, the vein in his neck pokes out and pulsates in the way it does when he’s annoyed as all fucking hell. My VP understands as much as I do what this means for the club. What it means for our relationship with Andrés. Taking a girl won’t sit well with him when she’s already been paid for by someone else.
I could offer to pay double.
But who fucking knows who her buyer is?
How will they react to the news?
What would they accept as payment?
Would they accept anything—they would probably want their merchandise.
I only see one way around this problem.
Lie.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door, then slide out. “Don’t fucking say it,” I murmur to my VP.
“Don’t say what? That you’ve royally screwed us? That the club’s going to be at war with the largest human trafficker in the southern US? We all know how the Alaskan brothers are faring with the Russians. We don’t want a mess like that here, do we?”
“They have their shit to deal with, we have ours. I’ll settle it. Let me come up with a plan before you have your fucking hissy fit you’re throwing at me right now.” I slam the van door shut as I traipse around to the back.
Void follows, matching my pace. “You think Andrés is just gonna sit down and take this, Nycto? If you do, you couldn’t be more wrong.”
Rolling my shoulders, an image of Eva swarms my mind—a feisty little Cuban goddess who’s out cold in the back of this van. I knew the moment she started sassing me, I was done for. There’s no way I was letting Andrés get his fucking mitts on her. He likes to test the