Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(27)

Zeek grabs my chin, his eyes finding mine. He’s the scoundrel, and I’m the daughter running from the life she was taught to live. It’s us.

“I love it.” I press my lips to his, clasping my hands around the first real gift Zeek ever gave me.

***

THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS are filled with sex, fast food, and us naked most of the time. We bonded, laughed, cried, and slept a lot. It was like we were back in my house in Nevada. We knew the world was circling the house, waiting to tear us apart piece by piece. We just wanted to make sure we were strong, and ready to take on any challenge it was contemplating throwing at us.

One thing is for sure, I gotta start pulling my weight. Zeek has been doing everything while I was mentally checked out and working through my shit. I owe it to him. “To get my hands clean, I gotta get them dirty.” Isn’t that what he said?





CHAPTER EIGHT


Zeek



A few days later

TODAY IS THE DAY, we have to leave. We can’t hold out here anymore, Paw needs it for running business, and we gotta face the storm eventually. Sitting at the edge of the bed I glance over at Jillian, she’s fast asleep, her mouth open and hair everywhere. She’s adorably geeky. Leaning over I give her a shake.

“Hey, get up.” She groans, rolling onto her back. I can’t help but fondle her bare tit. I bite at my bottom lip, wanting to take her badly this morning.

“Why?”

“We need to see if that car is gone.”

Yawning, she sits up on her elbows. Tangling my fingers into her hair, I bring her head back to look up at me.

“Do we have to?”

“We do. If we don’t, the chaos will just catch up to us. It’s best to keep ahead of the storm.” I kiss her forehead. “Get up and get dressed.”

“I think you forget you’re kind of chaotic yourself,” she replies, twirling a piece of hair. I squeeze her next to me, wanting to savor this moment. “And that’s exactly what’s going to keep your stubborn ass alive.”

After getting dressed, Jillian meets me in the garage. Her shirt pulled together at the bottom and tied in a knot. She catches me looking at it, and shrugs.

“You ripped all the buttons off, I had to improvise.”

***

PULLING THE RUSTY VAN out of the garage, we head out. Passing skinny ass people jogging with prissy ass looking poodles.

Sitting back Jillian groans, looking down at her stomach.

“You hungry?” I ask looking around the van for more chips.

“Yes, but not for chips. I’ve had enough chips.” I rub at the back of my neck. I need to get her food, but I’m out of cash. Shit.

The dashboard dings at me, catching Jillian’s attention and mine.

“Shit!” I curse slapping the steering wheel.

“What, what is it?”

“We’re out of gas.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re kidding me? How do you manage to steal two cars and both be out of gas?” She falls back into her seat, a hidden smile across her face. “Some skills there, Outlaw.” Reaching over I fist her by the hair, her mouth falls open as her eyes take on a dazed look.

“Please let me know if I’m wrong, but I am pretty sure your eyes were rolled back as far as they would go last night when I put my skills to optimum potential, no?”

Her eyes narrow, and she jerks from my grip.

“You really are an arrogant *.”

“And you really like my cock.” I raise a brow and smirk at her. Her cheeks flush and she looks out the window. I’ll take that as a win.

“So, what are we going to do? Because we can’t just get out and walk where we are, there are people everywhere.”

“We’re going to have to steal another car, or find gas.”

She looks out of the corner of her eyes, her lips pursing as if she’s in thought.

“What?”

“Let’s steal some gas, maybe we can grab some food while we’re at it.”

I think I just died.

“Wait, you want to steal, actually commit a crime?”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” She points at the dashboard. “I don’t see us with a lot of options here.”

“Alright, let’s do this.” I rub my hands together, and pull off the exit ramp toward a gas station.

“Alright, we’ll go inside and you distract the clerk and I’ll reach over and—”

“Just pull up over there,” she interrupts, pointing to the pump on the other side of a Chevy.

“The nozzle is still in the truck, and the driver is inside. We can just put it in the van, then return it before the person comes back out.” I slide my gaze over to her, my cock growing in my pants.

“If we weren’t about to do this, I’d bend you over and f*ck you right now.”

Pulling up to the other side of the pump, she jumps out before I have a chance to.

“Jillian!” I go after her. I didn’t mean for her to get out and actually do the work. My heartbeat is wild, nervous she’ll get caught and I’ll have to cut a f*cker’s throat for coming near her.

Rounding the van, she steps up to the pump and pulls the nozzle from the truck. Undoing the cap to the van she casually puts the pump in our van and leans against the vehicle.