Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, #3)
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“Is it true?” he asks dreamily, and I don’t know if he’s asking me, or the night air that surrounds us.
“I thought you were dead,” he says to me incredulously, and he is suddenly a scared teenage boy again.
I can’t think. I can’t speak. I’m suddenly mute. What am I supposed to say?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “Are you even real?”
I can’t speak, so terrified that if I speak, that once I confirm his suspicions, he will kill me.
“Answer me!” he screams, leaning over and shaking me by my shoulders.
I am so terribly afraid. “Are you going to shoot me?” I ask him softly. “Or are you going to tell your father what I’ve done?”
My soul is resigned to whatever fate he chooses for me. He deserves that much choice, at least.
He looks shocked. “I promise not to kill you if you tell me what you’ve done. What you’re doing here.” He repeats the phrase again that tears at my heart. “Is it really you?” He shakes his head slowly, half-crazed. “I thought you were dead.”
“I killed your brothers,” I finally whisper, half-crazed as it all tumbles out of me. “I poisoned Chad. I held strychnine-laced coke under Maxi’s nose until he overdosed. I planted the bombs that killed the other two.” I suck in a deep breath and start sobbing again. I can’t look at him anymore, so I look up at the sky instead.
He lets go of my shoulders and puts his hands on either side of my face, guiding me up from the position he pressed me down into, flat on my back on the ground.
“Juliette,” he whispers, and the way he says my name, my real name, sets my soul alight.
“I’m not sorry,” I cry stubbornly, meeting his gaze. “After what they did to me… none of them suffered enough.”
His hands on my head grip tighter and I squeeze my eyes shut.
This is it. He is going to snap my neck.
My entire body jerks as I feel a set of lips on my mouth, a fiery kiss that could light up the night sky above us. I can’t help but respond, my body betraying six years of longing and despair in one single moment.
It is better than I ever thought it would be, to be kissing Jason Ross again. His hands move to my hips and jerk me closer, our chests pressed together, our hearts beating rapidly in unison.
And if I said I wanted this moment to be any other way, I’d be lying. Because, it was always going to end like this; in a blaze of glory. He was always going to find out that I am her. That I am alive and in front of him, wreaking my vengeance. I hadn’t counted on it being this soon, but he’s smart, and I underestimated him.
“Christ,” he whispers in between hungry kisses. “Julz. You’re here. You’re here.” His palms are warm as they slide against my bare stomach, my shirt hanging open thanks to him violently ripping it apart only moments ago, touching every exposed part of my flesh. It’s not a sexual act so much as a desperate one; a touch that begs the question Is this real?
Finally, he breaks away and I see that his eyes are shimmering, too.
“I’m not going to kill you,” he growls. “Who do you think I am?”
I pull away slightly, my skin on fire wherever he touches me.
“I think you’re Dornan’s son,” I say sadly. “And you just kissed the girl who’s going to kill him.”
He looks from my eyes, to my mouth, and swoops down again, devouring me with his mouth. I am confused but I don’t fight it. He was so angry just a few minutes ago. Doesn’t he want to kill me for what I’ve done?
His lips leave my mouth and trail hot, wet kisses down my neck. “I’ll stop,” he gasps between kisses. “You say stop and I’ll stop, I swear to you.”
I run my fingers through his short hair, each spike like a thrill to my oversensitive nerves.
“Don’t stop,” I say, tears leaking from my eyes. “Please don’t ever stop.”
I know he’s going to stop kissing me soon, and then he’s going to be angry again, and he’s going to want to know why. But right now, suspended in time, kissing the boy who I lost all those years ago, I can’t help but think that, even if he is going to kill me?
At least we got to do this first.
Four Score, the fourth book in the Gypsy Brothers series, will be released on May 26th, 2014. To be notified as soon as it’s available, sign up here.
Four Score
Love and hate aren’t all that different.
Two sides of the same coin, the yin and the yang.
Once upon a time, Jason Ross loved me. And now that he knows what I’ve done, I see the love and the hate warring within him.
I see the way he looks at me.
The way he wonders how I could do the things I’ve done.
I hear it in the way he begs me to stop, to leave this life and run away with him.
But there’s only one way I’m leaving LA.
And that’ll be when Dornan and the rest of his sons are dead and buried.
Jase might forgive me for what I’ve done.
But will he forgive me for the crimes I’m yet to commit?
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