Her face falls, her head tilting. She smiles. “I know and as much as I have loved you locking me up in your world, I need to go back. Truth be told, I don’t want to leave, but I have a life there. I think we can do the long distance thing. For now anyway, let’s not rush things and just take them play by play.”
I roll my eyes, pushing back to lie out on my back. “Outside the bedroom, you’re this lady who has class and sass.” I lean up on my elbows, her mouth smiling at my words. I smirk because I’m not done. “But inside the bedroom? You’re my little fuck-toy that I want to play with forever, Meadow. Forever.”
Her smile stops, her eyes widen in shock. “Beast!” She slaps my leg playfully and I lift her up from her waist, pulling her on top of me.
She laughs, holding herself up by pressing on my chest.
“Mmm… the only thing that’s as sexy as you riding my bike is you riding me.”
She laughs again, bringing her face down to lightly run her soft lips across mine, and in this very moment, I know that I’m fucked. I know that if it came down to it, I’d give this woman my last breath if it meant she could take one more.
“The boys are here for this purpose. Use them,” I say to Meadow, who has flung her little arms around my waist. Dropping my head to her soft hair, I kiss her head.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asks in muffled tones.
“Positive. We have it all planned out.” We do, but I don’t know how it’s going to end. All I know is I have someone to live for now, so I will do anything to make sure she’s safe and we can have a life outside this shit.
“Okay then…” She steps back and leans up to my face on her tippy toes wrapping her fingers around my neck. I pull her into me and run my tongue over her bottom lip. She stops and pulls back, searching my eyes.
“I…” she starts and then stands back to her feet, “…never mind. Just, make sure you don’t die. Please,” she pleads, looking up at me.
I smile and pull her into me again, kissing her on the lips. “I know,” I answer against her lips. Her face freezes, a deep red blush sprawling out across her cheeks. Letting go of her hand, I whistle out to Hella, who’s playing on the PDA with Cassidy, one of the hang arounds. I look over to Melissa and nudge my head to her. She smiles before hugging Nyx goodbye and stepping up beside Meadow.
I swing my leg over my bike and push on my gloves. Looking up to Meadow, I blow her a kiss quickly and she smiles, waving to me before I lead the pack out the gates and toward the place I’ve done everything possible to avoid for the past eight years.
Pulling into the industrial farmland, we all ride up the bumpy, dusty road and I stop halfway, the roar and pulsing of our bikes deafening. After we’ve all cut off our bikes, I swing my leg off and walk up to Hella. “We’ll walk up from here.”
Hella removes his helmet with the rest of the boys following suit. “Are you sure about this? I still think we should go in guns blazing and just tear the place apart.”
Turning my head to the van that the prospects are driving, I point to it. “Because taking the van is a better idea. Stick to the plan and hopefully, we can all make it out alive.”
He nods his head while half the boys jump into the van and the rest of us set out on foot. We are all well-armed. Complete with grenades, M16’s, and if we lose all else—our combat knives. The van drives forward toward the gates while Hella and I separate into our two separate groups. My group taking the front and Hella’s taking the back. We know the ins and outs of this hell hole so it only makes sense that we would be on the ground. Running up to the front of the high barb wired iron gates, the leaves crunch under my feet and the air is crisp with death and silence. I push my back up against the wired fence while looking at Nyx. Bringing my finger up to my mouth, I signal for him to be quiet before I start counting in my head.
One…
Two…
Three…
The first explosion rips through the air and I kick the fence in where Hella and I came back to pop open a few nights ago. After the boys are through, I jump through and draw up my .45 scanning around the area to make sure it’s clear before we make our way to where the van entered. Following closely, we round the first corner where a soldier walks through, I draw my gun up, shooting him right between his eyes and his lifeless body falls to the ground.
“Come on,” I wave at the pack. Hella’s voice comes through the walkie-talkie that is sitting on the waist of my jeans, so I unclip it.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“It’s Ripper. He’s in a bad shape.”