Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
When it comes to Kiara St. James, I’m fucking useless.
I’m a man who can read a room in seconds. A man who can anticipate a trigger pull before a finger even tightens. And I’m reduced to nothing by one woman’s silent tears.
When it comes to what she truly feels, wants, or needs, I’m drifting blind through a blackened universe, chasing a light I can’t possibly begin to reach, terrified of what I’ll find if I ever do.
Is she becoming my world? Yes. But do I deserve her? Am I what she truly needs? Am I enough to keep her satisfied—not just her body but her mind and soul? I have no fucking idea.
Kiara is the strongest woman I have ever met. Her skills and training are lethal. She can pull off the impossible, only to shrug it off and come home to annihilate a cheese pizza like nobody’s business. But when it comes to dealing with what she feels inside, I fear she has no idea, just like me. I’m emotionally stunted, incapable of figuring out basic human feelings, simply because I’ve spent my life so deprived of them. I’ve dedicated every moment to learning my craft and not forming attachments. I’ve only ever allowed for sexual relationships, and once the deed was done, they were on their way, just like any other contract.
All of this is new to me, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t scary as hell. What happens if I slip up? What happens to her if she allows herself to truly feel something here, then I get myself killed? What happens to me if she doesn’t make it home from a job? What happens when she tears my soul right out of my chest and decides it doesn’t matter? How the fuck would I ever recover?
All I know is that Kiara is lying in that bed next to me, tears silently rolling down her cheeks, and while I might not understand them, I can’t just watch and do nothing.
Throwing my blanket back, I murmur through the quiet hospital room, trying to keep my voice low to not disturb the other patients sleeping around us. “Come here, Firecracker.”
Her head whips toward me, a soft gasp on her lips. “I thought you were sleeping.”
I shake my head, a small smile on my lips. “No, you didn’t,” I say, watching her discreetly wiping away her tears. “Come here.”
She shakes her head. “Katie—”
“Don’t bullshit me, Kiara,” I say as everything inside me screams to go to her, to climb straight into her bed and pull her into my arms until the tears run their course, but I don’t want to take her choice away. It needs to be hers and hers alone. She needs to decide if she wants this, whether she’s going to lean on me or tell me to fuck off and mind my business. “You’re killing me over there.”
She glances my way, and when those glossy green eyes come to mine, I see the longing, but her body hesitates. For a moment, I fear she’s going to pull away, that she’s going to slam down some invisible wall between us, and this is all going to be over before it even has a chance to truly begin.
But then she nods and pushes her blankets back.
My heart races as she clambers out of bed, her legs not so shaky anymore as she grabs her IV pole and rolls it across the linoleum until it’s settled right there next to mine.
I open my arms, and without a single sneer, threat, or insult, Kiara slips beneath the blankets, settling in beside me. She presses close as I wrap her up, her body fitting against mine like it was built to.
She buries her face against my bare chest, her wet cheeks dragging across my skin as she nuzzles in. And when she places her hand over my heart, I know she has to feel how fast it’s pounding, how it betrays me, but I don’t try to hide it.
I’m fucking home.
The chaos disappears. The games, the rivalry, the constant edge we live on. All of it fades beneath the simple weight of her in my arms. For the first time since the explosion—since the fear I felt while we were soaring toward the pavement, and I thought I would lose her—everything inside me goes still.
Absolute clarity settles in my bones.
This is it.
Not the chase. Not the competition. Not the blood on our hands.
Just her.
How could I ever give this up for anything?
Silence settles between us, but her tears dry up as my thumb brushes over her hip. “You’re not planning to kill me the moment I let my guard down, are you?”
“Who knows? Sounds like fun,” I tease, knowing she needs it to build her back up. “After those sloppy moves back at the penthouse, I think I might just be able to pull it off.”