Hooked (Never After, #1)(60)

Agony sears through my broken heart and down into the deepest parts of my soul. “And I collected those acorns like kisses.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he asks.

I turn to face him, resting my wet cheek on the back of my hand, my head molding to the pillow. “I don’t know. To show you that he wasn’t always so bad? That once upon a time, he really did care.” A sob breaks free, and my hand flies to my mouth, trying to stuff it back down.

Hook turns to me then, his hand reaching out and cupping my face, his thumb swiping away the tears as they fall. “It’s impossible not to care for you, Wendy. If it was, you’d already be dead.”

A laugh bubbles in my chest at the absurdity of this entire thing—at the way the man holding me hostage is consoling me over my broken heart. At the way he can say something so vile and make it sound so sweet.

“Is that supposed to be romantic?” I wheeze out between giggles.

A small smile graces his face. “It’s supposed to be the truth.”

The laughter dies down, and we’re stuck staring at each other, twisted feelings spiraling through me and branding every part of my fucked-up heart. And I know, I know I’m supposed to hate him.

But in this moment, I don’t.

“Anyway.” I sigh, breaking eye contact, wanting to ease the fire that’s building in my veins. “The acorns disappeared when my mom died.” I sniff. “And so did my dad, I guess.”

He doesn’t say anything else and neither do I. Eventually, he rises, going to the dresser on the far side of the room and passing me a pair of boxers and a plain black shirt. Clothes I couldn’t imagine him in, even if I tried. And I take them without a fight, slipping them on and crawling back into his bed, knowing I don’t have any other choice.

“Hook,” I whisper through the dark.

“Wendy.”

“I don’t want to die.”

He sighs. “Go to sleep, darling. Your soul is safe tonight.”

“Okay.”

I reach up, my fingers playing with the diamond choker that I was too afraid to remove. He told me to keep it on, and I don’t know if that extends to when we’re here in his home, but I don’t want to ruin the calm that we’ve created. I’ve been on the end of his ire before, and I have absolutely no desire to be there again.

“Hook,” I say again.

The room stays silent.

My stomach feels like lead, but I know if I don’t get the words out now, I may not get another chance. “I watch you, you know? Wh-when you think no one can see?” My fingers move, tangling together underneath the covers. “And if my father has something to do with what makes you look so sad...” I reach out blindly, the side of my hand bumping into his. “I see you. I just wanted you to know that.”

He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t move my hand either. And that’s how we stay until I fall asleep.





34





James





I lie in bed watching the even rise and fall of Wendy’s chest, admiring the way she looks so peaceful even as she whimpers in her dreams.

There will be no sleep for me tonight.

All of my previous plans when it comes to Peter have been tossed out of the window, rage coursing through my veins, molding into my cells and cementing into my heart.

The JR is gone.

Burned to a crisp, nothing but rubble and dust. And while everyone made it out safely, nothing else has been recovered.

Not that I keep anything of importance there. When you work outside the boundaries of the law, you learn quickly that keeping things where people expect them to be never works in your favor.

Still, the JR was our biggest front to clean the money, and in the end, it had more of a personal meaning. It was where I grew up, where I learned how to be Hook, instead of just a monster bred inside a cage. Sure, there are other businesses we own, a few strip clubs on the edges of the city, and a nightclub in the center of town, but the JR was home.

Add to that fact, I’m not sure what to do now with Wendy. I overestimated her and her father’s relationship, stupidly assuming that the papers were telling the truth as they waxed poetic about their bond. But no man who has any sense of love in his heart would allow his daughter to stand in front of a killer and beg them for his life.

Pathetic.

I no longer believe she betrayed me. Yet, for some reason, I don’t want to let her go.

But if Peter Michaels thinks he can come into my town, steal my drugs, burn my businesses, and kill my people without facing my wrath, he’s in for a nasty surprise.

I slip from the bed, leaving the room and locking the door behind me as I walk into the kitchen, stopping short when I see Smee sitting at the island, a cup of tea in his hand.

“I thought you said you were leaving for the night.”

Smee turns, the red beanie on his head slipping back as he smiles. “I got done with things earlier than I thought. Do you need something?” He lifts his mug. “Cup of tea?”

I shake my head. “No, I have business to attend to. Listen, Wendy is here. And she is not to leave this boat. Understood?”

Smee’s eyes glance down the hall before looking back at me. “Everything okay, boss man?”

I nod. “If she causes problems, call me immediately. You are not to touch her under any circumstances.”