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near dawn and I want to get out of here while that’s going down.”
    “Why? Isn’t that double the guards?” Her eyes were more intelligent than any of the sweetbutts I’d fucked since joining The Fallen. For some reason, banging women who climbed all over me at parties didn’t give me much of a charge. It was just a way to empty my nuts and the women knew it. They just wanted an orgasm or an ounce, even though I wasn’t handing out the second.
    This girl wouldn’t be the kind to accept an ounce or a bounce, I suspected. It was there in the clean lines of her hair and the delicate skin on her face. I doubted she’d so much as smoked a blunt. We lived a hard life and the women who ran with us didn’t have soap-fresh faces and lips like an angel. Hers were pink and curved, the bottom one heavier than the top. I wanted to pull her into my lap and nibble on it.
    “It’s early in the morning and they’re probably all still hung over from last night. We can grab the bike and take off before they notice. I hope.”
    “What if they notice?”
    “Then keep your head down, Emmy.” Her eyes flashed again and I felt my groin stir. Fuck, she was sexy. Too sexy.
    “Are you going to get in trouble for this?”
    “If I said yes, would you want me to leave you here?” She had to know that I was her only way out. The only thing that awaited her was a long dirt nap if she wasn’t on the back of my bike before Manuel woke to drag her out so I could shoot her, ending all that light and sparkle.
    She cocked her head to the side and looked at me, seeming to withdraw deeper into the sheets. My intention hadn’t been to scare her, but it was better she reconcile herself to the plan now. Hesitations got men killed. “No.”
    “Didn’t think so.” Once I got back, Piston was going to smoke me for breaking our truce with the cartel. He didn’t have much use for women, especially good girls. That’s if my Dad didn’t finish me off first. He’d been working with the Deleon Cartel his whole life without a misstep, and I fully expected to end up with his boot in my ass.
    “You should sleep until morning. It’s not going to do you any good to stay up all night worrying.” Unsure why I cared whether she got rest, I searched her face again. Beautiful, but nothing to elicit the kind of reaction I was having to her body, her sweet scent.
    “Thanks,” she said, and wiggled over so there was space next to her. When she moved, I caught a flash of her thighs and the shadowy area above. Fuck . “You can lie down with me, too.”
    “I’ll take the chair.” I sure as hell wasn’t going to top off what was probably the worst day of her life by trying to screw her, no matter how much my erection wanted me to hop in and grind against her. Would she part her legs just a little so I could shove down my jeans and slide against her swollen cleft? Would she dig her nails into my back?
    “You don’t have to.”
    “It’s for the best.” I saw the light dawn in her eyes at my dark tone. Then she smiled with a sexy twist of her lips that made it that much harder to leave her alone in that bed. Every time I thought I knew what to expect from her, she gave me something else.
    “You’re a good man.”
    “I’m not,” I told her. No reason she should have illusions about me. “But I’m not going to force you, either.”
    Emily nodded and curled up, her eyes still open. Light slipping in from the courtyard made them gleam in the blackness. I took up a seat at the table and listened for any sign that someone could be coming. Not a single doubt roosted in my mind that before we were gone, things were going to get much, much worse.

Emily
    I twisted again, unable to sleep. The sheets were tangled around me from all the moving I’d done since Flash entered the room. Frustrated, I pushed down the quilt, pulled off the top sheet and snapped it into the air, letting it flutter down over my body. Adrenaline had pushed its way back into me and