LOGIN“Ugh, this tastes like ass.”A husky laugh echoed through the quiet room. “It’s not that bad, man.”Heavy lids covered her eyes. Zoe strained to decipher the fuzzy voices echoing in her ears. Her throat was raw and dry as she struggled to swallow. Dull pain ached at the back of her head and her abdomen and as she twitched her arm, she felt the weakness coursing through her muscles.“This is honestly the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. How can you say it’s not that bad?”Evan.Straining against the heaviness of her eyelids, Zoe cracked open her eyes. The light streaming in from the window, as well as the harsh fluorescents overhead, stung, a coarse grittiness burying itself against her sclera almost forcing them closed again. Disoriented, she squinted, lifting a weary arm to shield her eyes. A pinching pain shot across the back of her hand causing a weak squeak to escape her. A shuffle of footsteps resounded beside her before concerned, brown eyes stared down at her.“Thank fuck
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.The plastic clock echoed through the sterilized waiting room. Disinfectant permeated the air, the smell infiltrating Jon’s nostrils, only adding to the headache brewing behind his eyes. He had no idea how long he’d been waiting, how long he’d been pacing the floor restlessly. Familiar pathways lined his scalp, grooved in by sharp fingernails. A warm hand rubbing his back brought him away from the torturous thoughts swirling in his mind. His sister stood beside him, proffering him a hot cup of coffee to still his twitching hands.“Thanks, Lia,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw, worn down from crying.Knowing that Jon would need someone to care for him in the emptiness of the waiting room, Booker had called Lia, and although he’d been pissed in the moment, Jon couldn’t deny how much she had helped to steady his nerves. Without her presence, he was certain he would’ve barre
Booker’s car swerved to the curb with a screech, scrutinizing Danielle’s bloodied face skeptically as she slid into the front seat. Knobbled fingers clutched the gun in his lap, as if preempting a sneak attack. Jon clambered into the back, cradling Zoe’s head in his lap.“She’s good,” Jon snapped, teeth clenching as he noticed the old man’s hesitation. “Fucking drive.”As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first tim
Muffled voices penetrated through the ringing in Jon’s ears, the numbness flooding through his nervous system. Black eyes flickered toward the edge of the room, the cluster of women straightening themselves up. Alexis ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, sliding the silver gun back into its holster. Danielle shuffled uncomfortably, hovering between Alexis and Zoe, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. Jon felt another tinge of sympathy. His gaze drifted to the now-prone Violet, blood pooling around her head like a red crown.Sighing, Alexis narrowed her eyes at her former friend, hidden beneath Jon as his hands pressed against her abdomen. “Kirsten, can you go upstairs? Tell Fletch it needs to be cleaned up down here.”Kirsten nodded stiffly, turquoise eyes darted towards Jon, her lip curling in disdain before she flicked her flame-red hair over her shoulder and disappeared down the corridor.Once the thuds of Kirsten’s boots stomping down the hallway petered out, Alexis
Terror etched itself in every line, every dimple of Zoe’s face as her navy eyes flashed towards him. The lift squealed as it lowered, clanging at the bottom for a moment before the doors slid open with a metallic wail. Sharp fingernails clenched into the skin of his arm. “They’re going to kill you, Jon. Why didn’t you stay away?”She was petrified. He could feel the clamminess of her palms against his forearms, and as he swept her behind his broad back, he could feel the accelerated thumping of her heart. He hated feeling powerless, and right now, he felt fucking incapacitated. Protecting Zoe would be fucking impossible once he’d been gunned down. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he wrapped his fingers around his gun, preparing to shoot the newest leader of the Polanski family on sight.Shoes clipping against the concrete sent his heart racing, the feeling of Zoe’s fingers digging into his muscles keeping him grounded in rea
“How much longer do you plan on letting this go on for?” Violet snapped from over Alexis’ shoulder, hazel eyes boring daggers into the monitors displaying the sweet reunion with crystal clarity. Alexis sucked in a sharp breath, unable to stifle the grin tugging at the corners of her thin lips. He fucking came. She had finally hit the fucking jackpot. Behind her, a black boot tapped impatiently on the polished concrete floor. “Seriously, Alexis. What’s the plan? Why aren’t we fucking on our way down there now?”Alexis ignored her, furrowing her brow as steel green eyes remained glued to the screen. She watched with a furled lip as he entangled his fingers with Zoe’s, pacing over to the far side of the space, his free hand fumbling haphazardly across the walls. He was searching for another exit.“Kirsten,” she barked. “Call Danny and make sure the Plymouth exit is secure.”The sound of heavy boots clomping along the floor was all Alexis could hear before Kirsten’s voice pierced the ters
In the midst of their conversation, the waitress wandered over, apologetically alerting them to the imminent closure of the shop. Glancing around the store, Zoe was surprised to see it completely empty, even the furious typist leaving at some point. Through the large bay window, darkness blanketed
The warm, yellow lights of the coffee shop created the perfect toasty atmosphere to escape the cool winter chill. Zoe rubbed her hands together as she entered, removing her thick gloves and settling into a table at the rear of the café. The late night news hummed on the television to the left of he
The dial tone was broken by a soft-spoken voice. “Simon DeAngelo speaking.”A pang of guilt rippled through her at the knowledge she’d be leaving him short-staffed. “Hey Si, it’s Zoe. I won’t be able to make it in tonight. I’m not feeling the best.”A breathy grumble of frustration echoed through t
Soft kisses trailed against her stomach, leaving a sweet trail of moisture as the stubbled scalp retreated from view beneath the quilt. Subconsciously, her thighs widened, allowing his hulking frame space to nuzzle between. The heat of his breath mingled with the fiery warmth brewing in her center







