“Please, don’t hurt him. Please,” I beg. I can feel my eyes start to water.
“You love him, don’t you?” His face looks disgusted, like the words actually left a bad taste in his mouth.
I just nod.
Lucias’s hand goes flying, hitting the wall and going right through the drywall, making me jump and scream.
“What the fuck was that?” the man on the other side of the door yells, but he doesn’t try to come in.
I push back into the door. The action is useless. There’s nowhere to go, and fear shoots though my body.
“Damn it,” he barks. “I’m sorry. Don’t be scared of me.” His hands come to my face, cupping it, making me look up at him. “I don’t like you being scared of me. I’d never hurt you, but I can’t give you back to him. I won’t. He’s already a dead man walking, Izzy.”
The tears start to flow now. He brings his forehead down to mine.
“You have to save him. I’ll do anything.” I whisper. “Anything,” I try again.
“You’re offering yourself to me if I let Pinch walk? Give him no blowback from my club?”
I lick my lips and nod.
“I don’t care what it makes me look like, but I’ll take it. No blowback from my club. You’re mine. Not that you weren’t already.” I read between the lines. Someone else is after my brother. Probably anyone club.
“Someone else wants to hurt him?”
“I think they might want to do more than hurt him. It’s more a matter of whoever gets to him first gets the pleasure. I wanted the pleasure because I wanted some information, too.”
“Bring him here, get your information, and keep him safe,” I suggest. I’m trying to get Dustin somewhere safe. He’s a dipshit, but he’s my dipshit. I have to try to save him. I’ll give that to my grandma.
“I won’t let you near him. I told you, you’re mine.” He pushes the “mine” thing again, like if he says it enough it might be true, and I’m guessing it kind of is. “I can’t even believe you’d let the fuck ever even touch you.”
I bring my hands to his chest, trying to calm him a little. I need him on my side. If I’ve learned anything in the last twelve hours, it’s that Lucias’s feelings run a whole lot deeper for me than I thought. He just got upset when he thought I was scared of him. He seems to dislike my tears. As if hearing my thoughts, he leans in, kissing one droplet rolling down my cheek. The whole hard and sweet thing he does is shining hard.
“Lucias, Dustin, Pinch, whatever you call him, he’s done more than touch me.” I feel his body go even harder under my hands, a growl ripping from him. “He shared a freaking womb with me.”
8
Her hands drop, and I instantly want them back on me, but I stand there for a second, letting what she said sink in. Did she just say what I think she did?
“You shared a womb? Like a brother and sister?”
Izzy slowly nods and looks up at me with big soft eyes. “Twins.”
She lifts up the corner of her mouth like I must be dumb for not getting that right away. But the thought never crossed my mind. I thought I heard she was his, but I never stopped to think if it was true. At the thought, I feel the tightness around my heart release and I relax. It’s been there, clenching me since the moment I heard she was his. I knew I’d never let anything stand in the way of her being mine, but suddenly there’s not even a glimmer of a barrier in our way, and I’m filled with relief and need.
Releasing a breath, I lean my body into her a little and rest my forehead against hers. Goddamn. I’ve never wanted someone like this before.
“Izzy—” I whisper, but my words are cut off by Scribe beating on the door again.
“Pres. We need to roll.”
Pulling back from her, I take her chin in my hands and give her a stern look. “We’re not done here.”
“Lucias, just please don’t hurt him.”
Fuck me, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her. All she has to do is ask and it’s hers. Even though he deserves to be under the ground for what he’s done to our club, she means more to me than that. She means more to me than the club.
That realization hits hard, but I don’t have time to think about it.
“I’ll meet you downstairs in five,” I say through the door, and I hear Scribe walk away. Looking down at Izzy again, I wish I could pick her up and take her to bed, but there’s no time.
“Please.” She reaches up, putting both hands on my naked chest.
I grab her wrists, not pulling them away, but holding them closer to me.