Bastian (A Rogue Enforcers Novella) by Desiree Lafawn

Author:Desiree Lafawn [Lafawn, Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Bastian

I had no idea what I was doing. Colton told Jerica that I always do the right thing. Well, after the freak dust storm a few days before, I didn’t even know what the right thing was anymore. She scared the hell out of me, literally and figuratively, and if she knew how close I was to ripping that camper apart when I heard her crying in there, she would be scared of me too.

But I didn’t want her scared of me. I didn’t think Jerica Bellefontaine should be scared of anything. Damn, she was a wild one, even though she was skittish and cautious as hell, she still refused to let that hold her back. I’d never met someone afraid of so many things, who then looked her fear straight in the eyes and punched it right in the face. It’s okay to say you’re scared sometimes. It’s okay to be afraid.

Every time I looked at Jerica I got scared. Scared of how she made me feel. The only relationship I’d ever seen up close was the one between my foster father and his wife, and I didn’t think that was a very good representation, considering he was a piece of shit and she didn’t know she could have had a better life with someone…hell anyone else.

I didn’t know how to be nice to a woman, but Jerica sure as hell made me want to try. But Colton said don’t be a dick, and getting any closer to Jerica than I was would certainly be a dick move. Because she wasn’t mine, and I couldn’t keep her. After all, it was my own foster brother who started this mess, and it was my inability to keep track of him that made her a victim in the first place.

Keeping her here is protecting her. Keep her forever. I groaned inwardly. It’s not like I disagreed with my animal. The opposite, I wanted nothing more than to keep her with me, but I couldn’t tell her that. Not after the last time someone wanted to keep her with them. My fists tightened in anger just thinking about the shackle marks around her ankle. She’d shrugged it off like it was no big deal, but I was starting to understand a little more about Jerica now. The more she blew something off, the deeper it affected her inside. And the worst part was, the more my animal pushed the mate issues, the less strength I had to push back. It’s an instinct, our animals always know. I could argue all I wanted that she wasn’t mine, but that was another form of selfishness. He knew what I didn’t, but telling her wasn’t something I was prepared to do yet. After everything she’d been through already, it was just too much.

And I spent plenty of time with a shackle around my ankle as a kid—I remembered exactly what it felt like. So Shane could go straight to hell. As soon as Mav could find him.

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