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THIRTY-TWO

DARK - WesGhost

That was the best kiss I’ve ever had. And the best dick I’ve ever had. Christ, I want Ronan in my mouth for the rest of…always. And the way he kissed me was so hesitant, yet I could feel the power he was holding back. I didn’t want to stop, but the tiny, fucking terrified part of my brain was screaming: this is Ronan . The guy who hates me. The guy who still thinks he’s straight. The guy who had a gun stuffed down the back of his pants to kill me with.

That’s hot.

Okay, maybe my brain isn’t that scared.

Ronan’s eyes flutter, and he looks just as flustered as I am. Was he into it? Of course he was into it; he just came in my mouth. I almost came when Ronan orgasmed. Then I almost came again, watching his eyes. The way he submitted that powerful body to me. The way he trembled and his eyes blew wide. He was pure need, and I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My gaze flicks back to Ronan’s hazel one, and his pupils are still huge, with barely a ring of green around them.

He’s into it. He’s into me.

My heart soars.

Ronan is into me .

Suddenly, it feels like the weight of the world is gone. Like people aren’t out to kill us.

Like there is no injustice.

Like Greyson didn’t leave me with the biggest hole in my heart.

Like I’m not alone.

And then Ronan starts to back away from me with a…look in his eye. It looks an awful lot like fear, and suddenly, all my good feelings come crashing down.

Ronan pulls his pants back up, and his gaze has gone from flustered to fucking scared. “Logan, I…”

Oh god. He’s going to say he’s straight. That he can’t do it cause he’s not gay, which he clearly fucking is. My stomach clenches, and suddenly, it’s Greyson and me again.

I stumble back. “Don’t fucking say it.” The hat around my head feels tight, so I take it off, but then my head feels…empty. I put it back on. Then take it off. Over and over and over.

“I’ll say what I want,” Ronan snaps. Then, his stomach growls. Loudly.

I whirl on him, barking a little more loudly than necessary, “Eat, Ronan.” If he’s eating, he can't be arguing, and most importantly, he can’t be running.

Ronan looks at the food on the counter like he’s seeing it again for the first time. Then, without a fight this time, he eats. He eats like he’s ravenous.

So he’s the kind of guy that gets hungry after he comes. Good to know.

Once he’s done with that plate, I slide him another, and he takes it without arguing.

It satisfies something in my soul to see him eat my food. Everything still feels like it’s going wrong, but watching him eat soothes a tiny part of me. It’s okay. Even if I can’t keep him and do things like we just did, I can still feed him.

Right?

I shake off the feeling that it’s not enough.

Ronan shoves his plate away, then scoops up the gun. I give him a warning look. He tosses me one back that’s full of the defiant anger he usually throws my way. I can’t tell if I love it or if I hate it. Because once again, Ronan looks tortured, and I hate that look on him.

But I shouldn’t. That’s the whole reason I kept him here—to screw with him.

“I’m sick of this.” Ronan picks up the ripped T-shirt and then tosses it back down in disgust. “We’re sitting here like scared sheep, just waiting for them to come back. Let’s go kill those motherfuckers.”

He’s been saying that same thing over and over, but Ronan and I aren’t equipped to go after contract killers. A bolt of fear rushes through me at the idea of him chasing after them and getting hurt. I grunt, “We don’t have enough guns or ammo or vests–”

“Bullshit. All you need is a gun.” I catch Ronan looking at me, and he flushes for a brief second before he covers it up in anger. “I’m not just going to sit here.”

“You do know the cops are looking for you, right?” I cross my arms. I’ve also debated moving locations. But where are we going to go? The only place I could go is my moms’, and…I refuse to go back there. I just…can’t. I also don’t want to put them in danger. And we definitely can’t go to any of Ronan’s contacts.

Ronan paces up and down, up and down, and I start to do the dishes, watching him. I can’t tell if I’m relieved he’s no longer catatonic or if this was the worst choice I’ve made.

Ronan starts getting more and more agitated. “They want to stop us from doing what we’re doing? Fuck them. Fuck them.”

I can’t tell if he’s talking about the cops or the mercenaries. He’s muttering to himself now, occasionally glancing at Buffalo, then going back to pacing, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to respond without pushing him away.

Ronan whirls on me, his face manic. “I need to use your tablet.”

There’s a reckless look in Ronan’s eyes, and it makes my stomach sink. Why won’t he see I’m just trying to be smart? To keep us safe.

To keep him safe.

“For what?” I ask.

“Don’t even try to talk me out of it.” Ronan storms to the couch and then marches the tablet back to me. He knows it’s passcode locked. I didn't want him doing anything stupid. Anything like what he has planned now because the look in his eyes is downright…murderous.

“Ronan,” I warn.

His gaze is wild. “No, Logan. I have more people to send to hell before I die.”

My whole body tenses, and I grind my teeth together. “You’re not going to die.”

“Okay.” Ronan laughs bitterly. “Unlock it, Logan.”

My chest hurts. It hurts so fucking bad. I just want him to be okay.

“Tell me what you’re doing, and I’ll unlock it.”

Ronan snorts, waving his hand impatiently at me. “Killing someone.”

“Who?” I press. I can’t let Ronan run off and do something that gets him killed. We just had something…nice. Doesn't he realize that there are so many more nice things he could have? If he’d just…let me help him?

“Dillon Zanetti.”

“Who’s that?”

“Defense attorney,” he mutters.

I open the tablet, searching the Apex database I’ve found my way into. Typing his name, I see it pop up, which makes my stomach sink further.

“Oh fuck no. He’s on Apex’s payroll.” I look up into Ronan’s eyes, and what I see there stops me in my tracks. It’s rage and pain. Deep, gut-wrenching pain.

“All the more reason,” he says.

I can’t.

I don’t want to. All I want to do is exist in our own little bubble. I want to keep the Ronan from a few minutes ago. Why can’t we go back to that?

Ronan sees me hesitating, and then his gaze shutters. “Then I’ll go alone.”