Claimed by the Mafia Biker
“You either take me with you, or I find my own way there. And if that means walking straight into the fire, then so be it.”
His nostrils flared, his jaw working like he was fighting himself.
Finally, he cursed under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re gonna get me killed, you know that?”
I almost laughed, bitter and broken. “Then I guess we’re even.”
For the first time since Cruz was taken, Blade’s mouth twitched—half a smirk, half despair. “You’ve got fire, I’ll give you that.”
“It’s not fire,” I whispered. “It’s love, and it’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”