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“Cameron Delaney has blood on her hands. A murderer that doesn’t belong to the outside world anymore. I am a Night Skull now whether you like it or not.”
“You’re shitting me right now.”
“No. I’m embracing my destiny. There’s no point in resisting.”
“Cammie—”
“I’ve made up my mind and not gonna change it. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.”
CHAPTER 27
Dusty
Deal with it my ass.
But if that was her game, I’d play. Patiently. As long as it took to put some fucking sense back into her head. She was too fucking stubborn. Any more pushing on my side would backfire. She had to change her mind on her own.
She will.A few more days in here, watching for herself what exactly meant to be a Night Skull, and she’d be begging me to leave.
“Have you appointed another VP yet?” she asked, deep in thought, not even looking at me.
Knowing Cameron, I knew exactly what she was going for with this. There was no way in fucking hell I’d give it to her. “No. I wasn’t planning on since I was leaving.”
“Now that you’re not, you must have one.”
I wiped my face with my hands. “Fine. I’ll choose one of the brothers on the next Church.”
“I want it.”
Here it is.
Taking a long breath, I ran all my fingers through my hair and set my hands behind my head. I loved Cameron to death, but she was testing me and my patience in fucking dangerous ways.
Ridiculously, though, for whatever fucked up reason, her bossy, stern tone and that cold face were making me horny as fuck. Suddenly feeling too hot, I took off my cut and t-shirt.
She stared at me with the same coldness. I was boiling, and she looked like a fucking robot. “Why are you taking off your clothes?”
I undid my belt and threw it on the floor.
“Dusty?”
Holding her gaze, I unzipped my jeans and boots and kicked them off me. Then I stood in my boxers in front of her, relieved my cock had some room to breathe.
She did look at my erection that peeked at her—for a very brief moment before she tore her eyes away, but she did look. “If you expect me to—”
“I didn’t expect anything.” I carried the duffle bag and kneeled in front of her. “I hoped. ‘Cause I fucking miss you.”
It was a moment before she looked at me again.
“I know I’m a douche sometimes…well, most of the time, but I get it. How…you were hurt. You’ll need time.” My voice cracked at the end as rage bubbled inside me.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. The slight shake in her fingers and the tightness of her jaws squeezed my heart. “Good.”
“Wanna see the stuff I got you?”
“You got me stuff?”
I unzipped the bag and got out the new outfits I bought. “Although you look super fucking hot in my clothes, and I’m never gonna wash them, you can’t keep wearing them.”