Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen, #2)(108)

My heart dropped like a stone at the f*cking gutting pain her voice. But I pulled her to my mouth and murmured, “Lilah. My old lady.”

Lilah edged back and blinked.

Smiling, I ran my hand down her back and then to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh. “Get dressed,” I ordered.

Lilah frowned. “Why?” She dipped her head, her finger tracing the tattooed noose on my chest, and said, “I am perfectly content here, with you. I do not mind staying right here in this bed with you for a while longer.”

“That good of a f*ck, am I?” I joked.

Lilah blushed and said, “You know you are handsome. Incredibly so… and very skilled at… that.”

Laughing and throwing Li a wink, I gripped her ass, lifted her off the bed, and said, “Get dressed. And into pants.”

Lilah shook her head. “I cannot. ‘A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this.’ Deuteronomy 22:5.”

Blowing an exasperated breath outta my mouth, I said, “Li, we ain’t doing this again.”

“Ky, although not at The Order, I cannot deny who I am. I cannot deny my faith.”

Walking to my woman, getting real f*cking turned on watching my cum running down her thighs, I cupped her face and said, “Then wear a dress, but you need to wear leathers underneath. Beauty filled your closet. There’ll be some in there.”

Lilah’s mouth swung open in shock. “I have a closet, here?”

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you do. So do I. And just so you know, I ain’t wanting you to dress like a man. I like my woman to look like a f*ckin’ woman, not a brother. I’m not into dick.”

Lilah fought back a smile and nodded. “I shall wear leathers under a dress.”

“Good,” I said firmly and went to get dressed. “‘Cause I’m finally getting you on the back of my bike. This time it’s gonna happen.”

I heard Lilah’s nervous gasp.

But I f*cking ignored it.

*****



“Ready?” I asked as Lilah’s arms wrapped around my waist.

She nodded into my back and her grip tightened on my cut. “Yes.”

Heeling up the kickstand, the engine of my Harley roared and we rolled down the dirt road and out onto the country road that went past the compound. Lilah’s hands were iron as they held on to my waist, but I couldn’t take the f*cking shit-eating grin off my face. I had my old lady on my bike, wind slapping my face, freedom of the road, and two wheels burning up asphalt.

This was the life I now wanted, and I’d never been so f*cking happy.

The sound of a giggle blew into my ear. Looking back at Lilah through my wing mirror, I saw her stunning face smiling. Head thrown back, she was laughing out loud.

She was loving it.

She too was tasting freedom.

We drove for hours, until we found ourselves at McKinney Falls State Park. The Hangmen came here all the time. Lilah immediately fell in love with it.

Pulling to a stop beside the water, I twisted around on the seat and Lilah draped her legs over my thighs. Gripping her ass, I pulled her closer. Lilah smiled so big as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You like riding, baby?” I asked.

“Yes. Very much so,” Lilah replied, then, pressing her forehead to mine, said, “The best part was holding on to you, sharing something you love.”

“Get those f*ckin’ lips on mine, baby,” I demanded, and Lilah moved in, crushing her lips to mine.

I broke from her mouth, kissing along her delicate jawline, then down to her slim neck. Vanilla. All vanilla.

“Ky,” she whispered, and I pulled back before I ended up f*cking her on this bike. Lilah’s head fell on my chest and she stared out over the water, sighing.

I felt her mood change, so gripping her harder, I asked, “You good?”

Lilah remained silent for a couple’a minutes before she asked, “Do you believe in God?”

That question knocked me back on my ass. I frowned, wondering where the hell she was going with this. “Don’t know, baby,” I answered honestly. “But I do think religion’s f*cked up. People killing for a God that could be as real as f*cking Santa Claus. Folks judging others ‘cause they don’t believe the same thing, and cunts like Prophet David and Cain using it to get power, control over people.” I sighed, trying to not lose it. “But God, no f*cking idea.”

“I do,” she whispered. “Despite it all, I still believe there is a God that loves his people.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I did feel a huge surge of fear run through me. I’d just got my woman back, my woman who’d been destroyed by that pedo cult. I thought we were moving on, starting to live our life, but her still believing? It caused me to feel real f*cking fear, damn quaking in my boots fear. Weren’t no woman gonna want this life when she’s tight with God, I thought.

“Mae and I talked when I was in the hospital. She told me how Prophet David changed the Bible to make us believe in his message. She told me how he lied. Told me how he used his power to do bad things to children… to me,” she said quietly. I found myself gripping her harder, like I could somehow protect her from the past. Lilah nuzzled my chest and sighed happily. “But she also gave me a Bible, a real Bible, and its revelations astounded me.