Hooked: A Dark, Contemporary Romance (Never After #1)(65)

A lazy smile spreads across her face. “I bet you say that to all your hostages.”

“Hmm,” I hum. “Quite the mouth on you, though.” I walk toward her. “You know, I believe your snark has gotten worse since you’ve been under my protection.”

She snorts, her head lolling to the side as I take a seat beside her. “Is that what we’re calling it now? ‘Protection?’”

I shrug. “Do you truly believe you’d be safer out there than you are with me?”

Her eyebrows draw in. “Hook.”

The nickname makes my stomach twist; the way it always does when she says it. I don’t like her knowing me as Hook, especially when she’s the only person in this world who makes me feel like James.

“You have literally threatened to kill me multiple times,” she continues.

Leaning in, I brush her hair off the side of her neck. “That didn’t stop you from coming all over my fingers, naughty girl.” My hand trails along her collarbone, enjoying the flush that spreads across her skin. “Does it excite you when your life is in danger?”

She scoffs, jerking from under my touch, and I relax back against the couch, a smirk lining my face.

My phone rings, and even though I want nothing more than to ignore the world and stay in Wendy’s bubble, I remove it from my pocket, seeing Starkey’s name flash across the screen. “Speak.”

“Hey, boss. Got some time today for a meeting? We’ve got an interview I think you’ll be interested in being here for.”

My insides squeeze, my focus leaving Wendy and centering once again on the problems in my life. Interviews only mean one thing. Something has happened, and they have people to interrogate.

“Very well. Where are they being held?”

“The Lagoon.”

I blow out a breath, hanging up and tapping my phone against my chin as I stare at Wendy, unsure what to do with her. I could leave her here, but Smee has made it more than obvious he isn’t capable of watching her.

And while I no longer wish to use her for nefarious deeds, I don’t want to leave her alone and chance her running away. Not that it would matter much. Despite her snark and attitude, she hasn’t taken off the necklace I’ve placed around her throat. And as long as she wears that, I’ll find her anywhere.

But if she runs, then I’ll lose her forever. And I’ve only just realized she’s something I wish to keep.

“How did you get out of the bedroom?” I ask.

Her fingers run through her tangled hair. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said. The door was locked, how did you leave?”

She shakes her head slowly. “The door wasn’t locked.”

My chest tightens. “Yes. It was.”

“Not when I tried it.” She lifts her shoulder.

Unease swims in my gut like a shark circling its prey. “Are you lying to me?”

“What reason would I have to lie to you?”

I lift a brow. “I can think of several, actually. I shouldn’t, in theory, be your favorite person right now.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re not my favorite person. You’re actually my least favorite person.”

Chuckling, I stand straight, my hand reaching out to help her rise as well. She puts her fingers in mine, allowing me to lift her from the couch, and I tug her body flush against me, my palm splaying across the width of her lower back, the cotton of her shirt bunching underneath my touch.

Her breathing stutters as I skim my mouth across her lips. “You have quite a funny way of showing it, darling.” I pull back, seeing her eyes dilate, and pleasure courses through me. “I need to run an errand, and since you can’t be trusted, you’re coming with me.”

She sighs. “Fine, but what do you want me to wear, this?” Her hands run down her frame, showcasing my clothing that sits on her supple body.

I grin. “I do find it quite arousing to have you in my clothing.”

She huffs.

“I’ll have Moira meet us and bring you something.” My eyes take her in, my body delighting in the way her features pinch at Moira’s name. “You both are about the same size.”

Her eyes darken, a tight grin making its way on her face. “And you know this because you have a ‘hands-on’ memory?”

My fingers brush against the apple of her cheek. “Jealousy is quite becoming on you. Unfortunately, we don’t have time to entertain it.”

She crosses her arms. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t like her.”

I grin, delight sprinkling through my chest, wondering if maybe she feels more for me than she wants to admit. If maybe I haven’t irrevocably ruined everything.





The Lagoon, like most of our businesses, has a basement. We mainly use it for storage or temporary resting places for some of the less than legal things that pass through our hands.

Again, meeting here isn’t ideal, but since the JR is gone, it’s what we have.

Wendy is upstairs in the office, Curly watching over her, and I’m down here surrounded by boxes and crates, staring into the face of yet another low-level drug pusher who thought it was wise to betray me.

I’m not sure of his name, and quite frankly, I don’t really care. What I do care about is the fact that my time is being wasted on trivial matters instead of focusing on the larger picture. But the boys aren’t quite as skilled at retrieving secrets from traitors, and when it comes to someone trying to usurp me from the ground up, I need all the information I can get.