He Wanted Her: The Gangster's Daughter by Amy Faye

Author:Amy Faye [Faye, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heartthrob Publishing
Published: 2017-03-26T07:00:00+00:00

The first thing that Gunnar realized was the scalding pain in his side. Clearly the numbing effects of Deirdre's ministrations earlier had faded and left him quite able to feel, thank you very much.

Trying to open his eyes was its own adventure. They flickered open, and then the bright light hit him and he let his eyes close again. A woman's voice—Deirdre's—spoke softly.

"Welcome back."

He tried to open his eyes again, blinking back the blinding light until his eyes adjusted. There was a beam of light falling straight across his face. When he turned he could see her there, kneeling over him. She had a bottle in her hand, most of the way empty.

Gunnar recognized it as some potato alcohol that they had stolen during the raids. Someone must have parted with it, or Deirdre was a better thief than he had given her credit for. It was a blessing that he kept little in his tent, or she might have been off with anything she'd laid her hands on.

Then again, he hadn't let her spend much time without his eyes on her, though he knew that she wanted her privacy. He'd wanted to give it to her, as well, but that wasn't how it had worked out. Something about her drew his eyes, drew his attention. Even now.

He looked back toward the sky, letting the lights fall on his eyes now, closing them again. She pressed something into his side, something that stung badly. Another pour of alcohol burned, taking away any hope of going back to his rest.

He was so tired. Why couldn't he just be allowed to sleep? Couldn't they leave him be?

It took a long moment before he realized that he wasn't laying in his bedroll, wasn't on the ground. He wasn't in his tent.

He looked around again, paying more attention to his surroundings. He was in the wagon that they'd stolen, the one where they were keeping the prisoners and the wounded. He tried to move, to sit himself up, and then felt his arms straining against bonds he hadn't realized that he wore.

Just great, he thought. He'd just been thinking that if he wanted to take command back, he would need to be able to play nice. So much for that. Apparently, Valdemar had been more prepared for vengeance than Gunnar had given him credit for, after all.

He sat up anyway, pulling himself upright without grabbing onto the side. It sent a ripping pain through his chest again, and Deirdre cursed at him and pushed him back down. Her hands were soft, yet they moved with a steadiness that he had rarely seen in anyone.

As if she were completely confident in her actions. She pressed on his wound again with the palm of her hand and re-tied something around him, tightening almost to the point of discomfort.

"It's good to see you," he said softly.

"I'm glad you're having a good time."

"You're angry." His voice was dull and soft, and he struggled to find even the simplest of words.

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