Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,52
I see no humor in this situation,” he hisses.
I wrap my arms around his waist and smile up at him. “You don’t think it’s a little funny that you said you want to kill them all?”
“You think I’m kidding?”
I laugh again, shaking my head. “Kace, you need to find the humor in life. It’s not funny what I’ve dealt with in the past, but your reaction to killing them is funny. Find the humor in it, come on,” I plead.
He lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around him. He crashes his lips to mine, and I moan as his tongue roughly fucks my mouth. His fingers dig into my ass as mine sink into his shoulders. He’s good at distracting me and I don’t know if he does it on purpose or not.
When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll try to find the humor in things, but not this.” He presses a very feather soft kiss to my lips before searching my eyes. “I will never physically or mentally hurt you, sweetheart.”
I run my hands through his hair and kiss his rough cheek. “I never said you would.”
“I know that, I’m trying to make you understand that just because I’ll kill for you, I’ll never bring that anger toward you,” he whispers, sincerely.
It makes my stomach swim with butterflies and my heart double in speed. There are definitely two sides to this man, and he wants to comfort me in knowing I’ll only see the good one. The more time I spend with him, the more I realize that all my fears are baseless. What he does for the club shouldn’t affect my feelings for him.
“I know that, big guy. I really do,” I say, resting my hand against his unshaven cheek.
He cocks an eyebrow and grins. “Big guy?”
I laugh and wrap both arms around his neck. “Don’t like it?”
“No,” he says kissing the tip of my nose and my full lips. “I love it.”
We are finally at Souls and I’m kinda intimated by the amount of people here. Kace hasn’t let go of my hand, so I find comfort in that, but I still feel out of place. I was just getting comfortable around the guys, but this is family and friends. I’ve seen many at the few barbeques I’ve been to, but not everyone.
“Hey, can I steal your girl away for a few minutes?” Harper asks, laughing at Kace.
He looks down at me, silently seeking my permission. It causes my pulse to race at the sweet gesture. I nod and he kisses me in front of everyone. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I walk away with Harper.
“That guy is falling hard,” she says, pushing through the door to the back. I bite my lip as I look at her. She smiles as she links her arm through mine. “You are too, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” I say.
“Good, it’s about fucking time,” she says, pushing into the room that she is sharing with Zane.
I look around as I sit on the bed. “What are we doing?”
“I wanted to ask you privately how you’re doing. I know this is a lot and I wanted to make sure you’re alright,” she says.
I sigh as I wrap my arm around my flat stomach. “We talked about it all. I’m scared something bad is gonna happen, but he asked me to trust him, so I am trying to do that.”
“That’s what you need to do. They are up against some shit, but they’ll do whatever is necessary to keep us safe.”
She looks so happy and comfortable. I think deep down she lives for this kind of shit. She likes the rush and the danger. I guess when you grew up surrounded by it, it’s just normal. It reminds me I wanted to talk to her about everything. There’s no one else I trust more than her.
“Harper, how do you separate the Zane that kills people to the Zane that loves you?” I ask, nervous for her answer.
She pulls her legs up on the chair and wraps her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks at me. “I don’t really. I love him entirely for who he is and what he does.”
“You said once that the killings don’t bother you. I need you to help me understand it, because that’s the thing I am having the most trouble with. How can