“I feel like I’m going to hell for this.” My Cookie giggles. “And especially since I’m laughing at it.”
“It’s kind of funny, in an ironic sort of way.”Sort of?“Definitely the closest to heaven that piece of shit will ever get.”
“Not a good guy, I take it.”
I just arch a brow and smirk.
“I mean, considering he was full of bullet holes and in Marbles’ trunk, I figured he wasn’t, but…”
“He was a real bad guy, Cookie. One of the worst kinds, and unfortunately, you’ll see a lot of more of that shit the longer you’re affiliated with the Kings.” Which is a shitty thing to say, but no less true.
Sofie nods. “I know, and I’m ok with that.”
We’re quiet for a few beats, sharing a moment of silence over the entire situation, me standing here in awe of this woman and how resilient she is. And while what we just did, as well as the conversation we just had, should have probably killed the mood, all I can really think about is picking up where we left off outside. I’m hoping we can before I have to split, just like I’m hoping to get Sofie’s number and actually see her somewhere other than the funeral home.
“We should probably go check on Harlow and Marbles.” Sofie sighs, but then her nose scrunches up and she frowns. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you guys don’t go by your actual names.”
“It’s a rite of passage,Cookie. You aren’t really in until you get one.”
“Ah,” is all I get before she turns toward the door.
Apparently, I’m the only one hoping for a little moreclose contact.
Not that I was going to kiss her or anything else in the crematorium. The embalming room was one thing, but the bodies are still burning in here and the entire place smells like shit, so this isn’t really an ideal location for anything other than what we’ve been doing.
I was, however, thinking I might ask to go to the house and get cleaned up some before we split, then maybe detour to Sofie’s bedroom along the way, but I’m not getting thegreen light vibesfrom her anymore.
And that kind of bugs me.
Not that she’s out of the mood or whatever, that’s fine because this shit is heavy and morbid, but it bugs me that there’s a chance I could be the only one vibing, that I’m the only one that feels this spark, thispullbetween us. I want Sofie to feel it too and the possibility that she doesn’t, or that the stolen kisses are fueled by something other than that, disappoints the fuck out of me.
What is it about this woman?
I can honestly say I don’t think I have ever been this attracted to someone, even just for a quick fuck—which my Cookie is not, but still. I’ve found other women pretty, some beautiful or sexy, but none of them compared to Sofie Berk.
She’s the entire package, a striking beauty with a sharp mind, and I guess maybe that’s what holds her apart from the rest. Most of the women I’ve been with are morons looking to get with a Wulven King in hopes of becoming someone’s old lady, so nine times out of ten, there isn’t shit going on between their ears except how to achieve that. Not this girl though, and she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the club or that whole scene.
And Sofie is ballsy as hell. Tough. A quick thinker. She has to be with her line of work, dealing with all these abrasive assholes in law enforcement or the club, dealing with her dad who clearly doesn’t approve of her being involved in any of this, and she has not so much as blinked at the dead bodies she’s seen courtesy of the WKMC. My Cookie has it all and that’s exactly why I have every intention of making hermine.
My brow furrows at that.
Something else I’ve never done before is commit to a woman. Hell, the club is the only thing I’ve ever committed to, unless you count my loyalty to Marbles and Mo. I dated some in high school, had a couple girlfriends here and there, but mostly I’ve justloved them and left them,so to speak, and definitely didn’t want to claim any of those chicks the way I want to claim Sofie.
And fuck me, I want to claim Sofie Berk.
“You coming?”
My eyes flick to hers as she stops in front of the door.Not yet, I think but don’t say it. “Yeah. Right behind you, Cookie.”
“Ok,Red.” She grins before stepping into the hall.
“Cute.”
“I know.”
“You were so hellbent on learning my name and now you ain’t even gonna use it.” Sofie shrugs as she heads toward the embalming room, my eyes dropping to her ass while I intentionally stay a few paces behind her. “I’ll get you saying it, Sof. Saying it, moaning it, screaming it while I— “
“Jesus Christ!” my girl shouts not even a second after opening the heavy steel door.
