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I nodded. “I’m not saying it wasgood, what you did. But it was still better than the alternative.”
“It doesn’t bother you that I threatened someone with violence?”
“Not really. Not if they were an abusive asshole.” My father’s image flashed in my head. “I know they say two wrongs don’t make a right, but if I accept that logic, then my brother was wrong when he protected me from my dad. I refuse to believe that. So yeah, sometimes two wrongs do make a right.”
“What Flynn did was right. No one could argue against that. But I’m not like him, Angel. I did a lot of bad shit with the Serpents. Using their name, their influence now puts me one step closer to going back to that life.”
“You won’t go back.”
“How do you know that?” he asked. “They’ve found me once already. They could come back. And if they do, I don’t have a lot of options.”
I squeezed his hand tighter, fear trickling through me, but I pushed it down, determination flaring even brighter.
“Youwon’tgo back because I see how conflicted you are about this. You used the leverage you had to protect Tex and his sister. That’s all. You wouldn’t go back and knife the guy, would you?”
He recoiled. “No. Never.”
“You’re not that biker anymore, Knight. You care about people. I’ve seen that. Hell, you can’t even stand not to feed me dinner!”
He gave a startled laugh. “Well, I can’t have you passing out on me while we fuck around. That’d kill my ego in a hurry.”
“You don’t need to worry about that, unless I pass out from coming so hard.”
His eyes flared. “Are you trying to seduce me, Angel?”
“Would I do that?”
He smirked. “Definitely.”
I stood, tugging him up from the sofa, letting my gaze run over his chest and abs. Knight was a strong, fit man. He was lean rather than bulky, but with wiry muscle that made it easy to imagine him as a weapon of violence.
But he’d been too kind, too sweet, too nurturing—even when I was being a shit and avoiding him—to ever make me believe it was in his nature.
Knight was a lover, not a fighter.
I slid my arms up around his neck, and he rested his hands on my hips, tugging me closer.
“Promise me you won’t give up on what you’re doing here,” I said. “You’re a good man.”
He gazed into my eyes. “That’s easier to believe when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you believe in me.”
This was all edging dangerously close to real feelings that would only complicate our lives. I drew him into another kiss, a longer one.
He deepened it, hands moving to unbutton my shirt. This was what we did best.
Maybe Liliana was right. Some distractions were good.
For me—and for Knight.
If we couldn’t be a real couple, at least we could do this for each other. Offer pleasure. Offer comfort.
Offer a way to escape our worries for at least one more night.
CHAPTER 18
