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“Come on, baby.” The cuffed man forgotten, I shrugged out of my cut and wrapped it around her. Swinging her up in my arms, I carried her like a baby. “It's ok Gretal, it's ok. He won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.” Without thinking, I dropped a kiss to her lips. “Havoc, take her back to the clubhouse.”
Gretal struggled in my arms. “I want to stay with you, Hansel.”
Her voice was desperate, saying the words I had longed to hear, but I shifted her weight to Havoc's arms anyway. “It’s best you leave for this bit, Gretal.” Lifting my eyes to Havoc, I nodded. I knew he would keep her safe. He wouldn’t let me down.
“I want to see him die…”
“No, you don’t.” Fang spoke from the doorway. He appraised the room quickly. “Get her out of here, Havoc.”
Havoc followed his orders, ignoring the squirming woman in his arms.
“I love you, Gretal,” I called after them. She didn’t answer me back, choosing instead to glare at me with her red-rimmed eyes. And then I turned back to the man on the bed. The brother who was looking more scared by the second.
Pope knew what was coming. And he was petrified. He would try and beg. He would make excuses, but in the end we would show him the same lack of mercy that he had shown his victims.
None.
I kicked the door shut behind me.
Chapter Nineteen
Gretal
“You’re home.” In an instant I was off his bed and rushing towards him, yanking his head down to mine so I could kiss his lips greedily. It was instinctive, the kind of greeting I had given him in the old days when I had missed him every second that he was away from me. Before things had all gone wrong.
Hansel untangled himself with a small chuckle. “Of course I’m home. I said I wouldn’t be long.” Even as our lips parted, his hands were closing around my waist, keeping me close to him. “I like the way you say it, by the way.”
Craning my head up to look at him, I arched an eyebrow. “How I say what?”
“Home, that I’m home. Although I wouldn’t call the clubhouse our home, not unless you want to live here of course.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.
“Anywhere you are is home, Hansel.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Not that they weren’t true. They were. I was tired of being away from him. Sure, we had a lot of shit to sort out, but we were older now, wiser. I knew we could do it if we tried. I just hadn’t meant for them to come out of my mouth in such a jumbled rush. I didn’t even know if he still wanted to give things a go again.
“You mean that?” The lines around his eyes deepened, his hands on my waist became almost too tight. “Fuck, Gretal, don’t play with me.”
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I slid my lips over his again. “I’m not playing, Hansel. If the last few weeks have proven anything, it is that we need to be together. No, that's wrong. Iwantto be with you. I’ve always wanted it to be me and you.”
“Never letting you go again, Gretal.” Hansel's full lips dipped to my throat, and for a second, I let myself relish in the feel of his mouth trailing my skin. I had missed it. I had missed being his completely.
I had tried fighting against it. I had told myself over and over again that I didn’t need him. But that was a lie I told myself to stop from rushing back into his arms. I needed him like I needed to breathe. Without Hansel I felt half complete.
“I won’t ever hurt you again. I won’t fuck up like I did in the past.”
“I don’t want to talk about the past,” I grumbled. We would have to, at some point, but not now. “The past is gone; we don’t live there anymore. We need to concentrate on the here and now. On our future.”
Hansel's eyes darkened. “And what do you want to do instead of talking about the past, Gretal?”
In answer to his question, I reached behind me, unclipping my bra and letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I stood there, letting him take me in. I half expected him to pounce on me. All hungry lips and exploring hands. But Hansel didn’t move. He rubbed his fingers over his chin, letting his eyes lazily explore my body.
I didn’t hide myself. I never would when it came to Hansel. I wasn’t ashamed of my curves. And I knew he loved them.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Yeah, but the novelty never goes away and it’s been a long time since I got to look at you and know you are mine.” The laughter died. Uncertainty filled his face. It made him seem younger. More unsure of himself. “You are mine again, right?”
Was I his? It was a stupid question. I had always been Hansel’s, from the moment teenage me first set eyes on him back at the home we had both ended up in. I had known the second our eyes met that this was the man I would spend my life with.
