7
Dasia
I had wheels, and even though both Ryker and Pia didn’t like my going anywhere alone, by the end of the week they let me go to my karate class without an escort. Ryker had claimed everything was quiet on the Ivan front as far as he and his brothers knew—I also found out that Devil was their tech nerd, but he was as far from nerd looking as one could be in my opinion.
His sweatshirt still wrapped around me at night, but hardly a remnant of his scent lingered. I still found comfort in it, though, remembering how he’d been so careful and cautious when offering it to me.
A good man, I told myself even while another part of me claimed he was a naughty boy.
Either way, he turned me on, and whenever I couldn’t sleep, I found myself thinking of him and those bedroom eyes and curved li
