tighter around me, watching as Saint walks out of the room, and fight back the urge to vomit. With Derek dead, I might be the only one left who can find Garrett. But if Carnage knew that Derek and Garret weren't the only cops that came here undercover, or that I’d been keeping Derek up to date on everything, I’d be signing my own death warrant. Do I really want to risk everything I’ve built here just to spare the life of a woman I’ve never met?
How the fuck can I make that kind of choice when I know that whatever I decide will leave one of us dead?
When Reign looks over at me with a sad smile, I swallow hard and turn away before she sees too much.
Fuck.
I stare at the burning deck of cards on the back of Bate’s cut as he looks up to the sky and wonder if he senses something. These men have become my brother’s. They’ve shown me nothing but loyalty and respect, but once they find out about me, everything will change and the house of cards I built my life upon, will come tumbling down.
The end
Ava’s story will be coming in 2021.
Want more of Reign and her guys? You’ll find a cameo appearance in Cautious
Sneak Peak of Cautious
Chapter 1
Callie
“Motherfucking, cocksucking asshole,” I curse as the box slips from my hands. Naturally, it lands upside down, and the contents spill out over the doorstep.
“That’s quite the mouth you have on you.”
Hearing the unexpected voice behind me, I spin around so fast I lose my footing and end up in a heap next to my belongings.
“Balls,” I mumble, embarrassed, knowing I’m going to have a bruised tailbone tomorrow.
I attempt to climb to my feet gracefully, which is impossible because, as I’ve just proven, I don't do graceful.
“Here, let me help,” the deep sexy voice that sounds like it’s been dipped in honey offers.
I lift my head and connect with a hard jaw, making us both groan.
“Shit. I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I ask, getting my first good look at my would-be white knight, and woah, this guy is stunning.
I drink in the tall muscular man in ripped black jeans and Khaki green t-shirt that hints at his sculpted physique and freeze with my mouth open. Holy shit. All other coherent thought goes out the window when he smiles, revealing a dimple in each cheek. I manage to hold back a whimper as vaginas around the world weep with appreciation.
Thick, dark chocolate-colored hair that curls a little at the ends falls around a face that belongs on the cover of a magazine. The really dirty top-shelf kind of magazine. Eyes as dark as tar, framed with lashes I instantly find myself jealous of, draw my attention from his full lips that are curved slightly at my blatant appraisal of him.
“You okay?” His amused deep voice rumbles over my skin, and I’m pretty sure I just had a mini orgasm right there and then on the front doorstep of my new house.
Answer him, Callie.
“Erm…”
Use more words.
“Yes?”
Wow. Nailed it.
“Are you sure?” he asks, amusement still present in his voice as he reaches out his hand for me.
I stare at the hand, then back to his face, and conclude that I must have banged my head when I fell. I reach out my hand, but not to grab his. Oh no, not me. I reach up and poke him in the forehead.
“Definitely real,” I mumble to myself, dumbfounded.
At this point he must realize that I’m clearly not firing on all cylinders, so he takes my hand without waiting for me to get my shit together and pulls me to my feet.
I was right before when I thought he was tall; my five-foot-four frame only just hits his collarbone. Tipping my head up, I see him looking down at me with one side of his mouth hitched up in a grin, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Well, alrighty then. Thank me. I mean, thank you for helping me, and sorry for, you know, clonking you on the chin and mentally undressing you with my eyes.”
“You were mentally undressing me?” His smile is covering his whole face now.
“Wait, what?” I answer, somewhat dazzled.
“And how do I look naked?” he questions as he laughs softly, stepping a little closer.
“Freaking awesome,” I whisper and feel warmth fill me in all the right places when he throws his head back and laughs.
I just stare at him, basking in the moment, feeling oddly proud