My hand reaches behind me to grasp the back of my t-shirt.I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor.
“Put it back on,” she demands, though her eyes eat me up hungrily.
“Not until you get rid of the pieces of her that you’re still holding onto.”
My belt is the next piece to go.
Birdie’s lip curls back as she glares at me.“Fuck you.”
I laugh, sliding my jeans over my hips.“That’s the plan, little mama.”
“Never.”
“Wrong answer,” I taunt as I guide my briefs off.
My cock springs free, smacking against my abdomen, and her eyes drop to it.They widen when she catches sight of the magic cross piercing and the tattoo of her name going down the length.
Her tongue darts out to swipe along her lip, and I groan, wrapping my hand around my length.
“Not happening,” she says suddenly, dropping her arms.
She moves away from me and toward the door again.
“Run, little mama.Go ahead.I didn’t chase you quickly enough the last time you ran, but you best bet, I fucking will this time.So, please ...please fucking run so I can catch you.Be a good little prey now.”
Defiance and desire tangle in her eyes as she tilts her head with a carnal smile.“Don’t you know, baby?I’m good at running and hiding.Catch me if you can,ainmhí.”
Beast.
Fuck, I haven’t heard her call me that in such a long time.
“When I catch you, you’re fucking mine,” I yell, excitement at the chase causing my dick to leak.
“Only if I say so,” she calls back, her voice growing faint.
I remove the hair band from my hair so it falls around my shoulders as I take off in a sprint after her, my hard cock bobbing right along for the ride.
“Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell a little Birdie I’m going to make come.”
Preferably all over my face and dick.
After I let her beat my ass a little first.
Because let’s face it, I’ve been a bad fucking guy.
Chapter Twenty-One
Mybreathcomesoutjerkily as I slide into the kitchen.My head swivels as I try to find a place to hide.Desire, anger, fear, defiance ...they all wage a war inside me.
Healing isn’t linear.That’s one thing Valkyrie always drilled into me.After we lost mom, after we lost dad, and then Mad Dog.She repeated it constantly when Pope, Cyanide, and the club broke our hearts.And it was something she reminded me of again when we finally escaped Frankie.
The process was slow when I arrived here, but it was happening.I may struggle to trust the people around here, but deep in my heart, I know this is a safe place for me.Physically, anyway.Which made it easier to drop my walls a bit.Of course, Pope refusing to let me be the person I arrived here as has helped more than I expected.
Then he had to run when the little eavesdropper heard something that made him a bit butthurt.It took me a while to work out that he was the sound I heard during my conversation with Valkyrie the other day.
Just like typical Frankie, he had to ruin the progress I made.
I didn’t intentionally drift back to that version of myself.I never would have gone back there willingly.My head, though, that bitch has been through some shit.Sometimes the scary memories are the hardest to escape from.
