Page 294 of Fatality
It's not flawless, it's rough around the edges like it was made by hand.
It is so tiny and so cute.
I place the dagger back in the box, set the little Charger charm beside it, and carefully close the lid.
I step back and let out a shaky breath.
That's new.
The dagger? That's completely Evren but the charm...
It makes my heart pound so hard I feel like it's going to burst out of my chest.
I need to go to work, I need to go to the garage.
I know it’s for the files Ren hacked during the ball.
I can't stay here staring at that box like it just stabbed me straight through the heart.
The garage is exactly as I remember it—men, cars, bikes. The air reeks of sweat, oil, and hot metal.
The moment I step through the door, every head turns toward me.
I wince.
I'm not exactly comfortable with almost twenty men staring at me.
“What?” I bark.
Neo pushes himself up and walks over to me. He looks down at me with a grin.
“He's waiting for you.” He jerks his head toward the office. “Need an escort?”
“Fuck off.” I shoulder past him, stomping away.
Neo chuckles, he barely budges when I slam into him.
I kick Evren's office door open and slam it shut behind me.
Evren is leaning against his desk, arms crossed, no shirt, grease smeared across his face, sweat glistens across his bare torso, his tattoos.
The most distracting tattoo is the one tracing his V-line.
Sleek black cyber-tribal ink rises from each hip in sharp, thorn-like spikes before disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.
Clearly a direction to what he has in his pants.
My anger evaporates, replaced by the very thing I've been trying to avoid since the ball.
I shake my head, recomposing myself before forcing my eyes to snap back at his face only to find him grinning.
The anger flares back up in an instant.
“A dagger?” I take a step toward him. “A dagger, Evren? After what I did? You can't just fucking give me a—”
In an instant, he's in front of me.
His lips crash against mine with a bruising force that borders on violence.
