Page 69 of Insidious Heart
“Oh cut the bullshit,” Stevie snaps, her voice raising before she quickly tones it down and takes another step toward me before whisper-yelling, “You’re a member of the club that happens to be the Demon Seeds’ biggest enemy. Their rivalry goes back decades, Victor, which is something you should know since you’re so wrapped up in it. The history between the Seeds and the Kings is pretty bloody too, sincemy fatherpersonally led the charge on their clubhouse that resulted in the deaths of a huge number of their members, including the former president and VP. He almost killed Snipe, the one whopatched you inas aconsultantfor the club.”
“I appreciate the history lesson, baby dove, but I still don’t follow.”
“Oh my god!” Stevie nearly shouts before darting a glance to the end of the hall then moving close enough for me to become momentarily distracted by her scent again. “You can’t seriously stand here and expect me to believe you didn’t know any of that the night you creeped up on me at the nursing home.”
My eyes connect with hers and I shrug. “I knew.”
Because I did. But that’s because I did my homework on the WKMC as soon as I decided to get involved with them. Well, Little Johnhelpedme decide to get involved with them once I killed those two dirtbag prospects, purely by coincidence.
“Exactly.”
I blink down at this woman, a war starting to rage as my anger grows, as it mixes with the irritation and confusion all of this shit is creating.
Why can’t we just fuck in the hallway like I planned?
That’s why I followed Stevie down here in the first place, because I wanted to see her, to touch her, to fuck her hard and fast up against a wall all the while knowing we could get caught at any second. That’s not too much to ask, is it? A little quality time with my girl because I actually missed her this week?
There are those pesky little feelings again.
But it’s true.
I missed Stevie, not just her pussy buther, and I was really hoping to spend a few minutes with her before we went our separate ways. And now we’re fighting—I think we’re fighting—for a reason she won’t even clarify, and I’m having a seriously fucked up response to it because yes, my dick has been hard ever since I buried my nose in Stevie’s hair and every time she snaps at me the thing jumps in my jeans.
Par for the course, I guess.
“You are impossible.”
“And you’re not making any goddamn sense.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Stevie hisses. “You know exactly what I’m talking about so drop the act.”
I lean down toward her, putting us almost nose to nose. “Spell it out for me, little dove, because I guess I’m stupider than you thought.”
She doesn’t break my stare, even going as far as to finally push her hair back from her face completely, then Stevie proceeds to drive the dagger into my gut. “You’re using me.”
My head jerks back as if she’d slapped me. “What?”
“You’re using me.” Stevie nods firmly. “Using me for information on the Seeds, sleeping with me so I let my guard down and start telling you about the club and my father.”
“Oh that’s fucking rich.” I let out a hollow chuckle. “I’m using you. Right.”
“Of course you are. Why else would you convenientlyforgetto tell me you’re a member of the Wulven Kings? Why else would someone like you want anything to do with someone like me?”
I don’t know what the fuck that’s supposed to mean, but I sure as hell don’t like what she’s implying. She doesn’t let me say that though because my sweet little dove keeps talking.
“I’m not that stupid, Victor. Look at me. This”—Stevie points to the scar on her face—“isn’t pretty,I’mnot pretty, and for someone as attractive as you, I’m sure having sex with me is scraping the bottom of the barrel. Why else would you do it? Why would you keep your involvement with the Kings a secret? So you can get on to enemy territory and gather information on their movements, that’s why. You’re using me to get to Beau and that makes you a fucking liar.”
Before I can think better of it, I have Stevie’s wrists in my hands and I’m spinning her, pinning her to the wall with a thud, her back flush against the black painted brick, her arms stretched above her head. I lower my face to hers, anger and a foreign sense of hurt pumping through my veins as my little dove twists the blade her words created in my gut.
“I amnota liar,” I practically growl. “I haveneverlied to you.”
“Bullshit,” Stevie pants in my face, her teal blue eyes blazing.
I have to give her credit, my girl has spunk.
She’s wrong, very wrong, but I can’t say I don’t like the fight she’s giving me.
Still. “It’s true. I’ve never fucking lied to you because Idon’t fucking lie.”
