“This. Everything.”
“Fuck you.” He shoves me toward the door. “You don’t thank me for this.” He gestures to the activity as everyone is up and moving and planning. “This is what we do. We’re Unholy. We’re family. Fuck with one of us, fuck with all of us. Now go home and spend today with your woman. She’s been through it, too, and this fight is as much hers as it is yours.”
Six months of pain and misery fill me up to where it’s seeping out of every pore of my body. Beyond words, I nod and leave the meeting room and march my ass out of Sanctum. I race home to a domestic vision that forces the monster back in its cage.
Jamie’s washing dishes when I stride into the house. Startled, she spins around, hands soapy, her haunting eyes cut through like they always do. “What’s wrong?”
We’re going to war with your murdering prick of a husband.
But those words die a quick death in my throat.
“You’re wearing clothes is what’s wrong.”
There’s that smile I fucking love. One brow lifts as she takes in my jeans and hoodie. “So are you.”
I tug off my shirt. “Your turn.”
She shuts off the water and dries her hands. When I thread my fingers through hers, I let her lead me up the stairs, appreciating the fine view of her in a pale pink maxi dress. It’s the polar opposite from the ugly shit Jamie used to wear. It’s damn impressive to see she’s stopped trying to make herself disappear.
As if that were possible.
Jamie’s always been a supernova. She’s got a light in her, and whenever I’m with her, I can’t see anything else. Like the rest of the world fades and all that’s left is her. It was like that when we were kids. It happened again when I saw her sitting front row in the arena in that white dress. And she made the dungeon disappear when she stepped out of the shadows and all I saw was her.
Her.
Beautiful. Stunning. Amazing. Her.
My Jamie.
When we get to the bedroom, she releases my hand, and I close the door. More than likely, Jester will stay at Sanctum for the rest of the day, but in case that asshole comes home, I don’t want him standing in the doorway watching us.
And hewillwatch. Because he’s Jester, and that’s what that nosy bastard does.
Not that I give a shit, but Jamie would, and so the door gets shut. Locked, too.
She’s already sliding off her dress, and holy shit, I can’tnotlaugh.
“I see you brought the sexy today.”
Leave it to her to give me an exaggerated wink and a dramatic toss of her hair. “That’s right. Nothing but the best for my man.”
God, how I adore this fucking woman—even in that industrial beige bra. The same one she wore the day she walked home in the rain, and I practically mauled her in the hallway. “Did you bring Bertha to the party?”
She lifts her chin imperiously. “I dare you to find out.”
“Youreallydon’t want to issue a challenge to an Unholy.”
I slice the distance between us and hiss out a breath when she trails her fingers down my torso to cup my dick. “I repeat, I dare you to find out, Unholy.”
Oh, she’s playing dirty ball.
Good to know.
But I’m better at this game.
With her dress riding on her hips, I slide it down her legs until it pools at her bare feet. I kneel between her legs, and yep, she’s wearing my favorite ugly panties. I snap the heavy-duty elastic waistband, and she yelps. “Shame I’m gonna rip these off you.”
“Good thing I bought more.”
