Through Darker Days - Book 1

8 | Good Guy At Heart

Sierra's POV

"Wh-what is going on?" I stutter out, holding the towel tighter against my body. He smirks, shaking his head. "Really? You're being saved. Now come on," he says as if he's annoyed by my presence.

"Could you, uh, maybe find me some clothes?" I ask in embarrassment. "What do you need clothes for?" He questions and I narrow my eyes. "Now is not time for jokes," I mumble and he chuckles, walking towards me.

"Here," he mumbles when he is standing right in front of me. I look at him in confusion then blush when I realize he's handing me his shirt. The shirt off of his back!

"You won't be wearing anything that scum owns," he growls out and I nod. "Now get dressed," he says deeply, his eyes breifly scanning my body. A shudder wracks my body under his gaze and the action causes his eyes to darken. "Oh no bad boy," I tell him and he chuckles.

He leans forward until his mouth is near my ear. "We will continue where we left off," he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe. "How can you be so sure?" I ask with red cheeks. "Because a simple touch makes you weak," he says before kissing my neck. I bite back a moan and shove him away from me.

"Everything okay?" Ross asks and I look past Asher at him. "Yes. Everything is fine. I'm just going to put this shirt on and I'll be out." Asher smirks but continues to back away until he is out of the bathroom. "Better hurry baby," he says with a smile. "The door doesn't lock."

I groan and pull the T-shirt over my head, happy that it covers most of my short body. However, I blush when I realize I have no clean panties to put on. "Oh well," I mumble, walking over to the door, opening it the best I can.

The sight before me has me running towards the toilet. I vomit as soon as I get the lid up, emptying what little contents I had inside of me. "Are you okay?" Ross questions, running to my side. "Asher!" He yells and I'm soon surround by both giant men.

"What's wrong?" Asher asks softly, lifting my chin gently. "He-he's dead. Where... is... his head?" I manage to ask, fighting the urge to throw up again. "Never seen a headless guy princess?" Asher asks and I shake my head. "Dude! Really? You didn't move the body?" Ross questions him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't get snappy with me. It was either end him quickly and save her or risk him doing something to her against her will while trying to take him out stealthily." Ross rubs his face and curses under his breath before pointing a finger at Asher.

"Clean it up. Now," he says with a sigh and Asher rolls his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbles before walking away. "You good?" Ross asks and I nod my head. "I'm fine. I just never.. I'll be okay. I just wasn't expecting to see that," I tell him and he smiles softly.

"I can see why he's so smitten already," Ross says with a chuckle. I look at him in confusion and cross my arms. "What do you mean?" I ask with my brows knitted.

"Don't play coy Sierra. He likes you, like actually likes you. Don't lead him on. He's really a good guy at heart." Ross looks as if he wants say more but decides against it.

"Just be careful with him. We are part of a world where you don't belong. He'll bring you more danger than ever but will always protect you. You have to decide right now whether you want to flee or stick with us," he tells me and gives me a stern look.

I think I should," I begin saying but Asher pops his head in. "All done," he says with a smirk and my heart melts a little. "I'll stay with you two. Maybe I'll have a better shot at staying alive," I whisper and Ross nods. "Alright. Asher take her to your house. I'm going to go do damage control with the boss. He's not going to be happy about today's events."

"Tell him it was worth it," Asher says and walks over to me. "Come on babe, let's go. My cars outside. Let's get you fed and in bed," he informs me and I giggle at him.

"Don't go sounding like my man now," I tell him jokingly and he smirks. "Babe, I am your man," he says with a wink and I blush.

"You wish bad boy, but I'm a free woman," I say boldly, fighting the urge to kiss his perfect lips. I literally just met the man and I want to jump his bones six ways to Sunday. What is wrong with me?

"Not for long," he mumbles under his breath, walking away. I smile, hearing him when I wasn't supposed to. Or maybe I was? "How did you find me?" I ask, the question finally surfacing. "I put a tracker in your bra," he says as he continues walking. "What the hell?" I question with wide eyes before running after him.