Chapter 91: HANS: Chapter 92

I’m still in the middle seat, clutching Hans’s hand as we drive through a neighborhood like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Well, except maybe in magazines when they show celebrity homes.

The houses are gigantic, set way back from the street, and each property is surrounded by tall fences.

I’ve only just learned about The Alliance, but I guess this is the type of place they live in. Or at least one of them, since we’re going to a house owned by a guy named Nero.

I know he has a wife named Payton and that his business partner is named King. And since this is the first formal meeting between them, Hans suspects King will be in attendance too.

The guy Hans saved last Christmas is named Dom, but he lives in Chicago, so Hans isn’t sure whether he’ll be here too.

I also found out that Hans rigged both of our houses to blow by using some sort of igniter thingy between the gas stove and the wall. He claims it was super safe, that he checked both of them every week, and that there was no worry about it ever blowing up on its own.

I probably could’ve learned more details about the whole house explosion thing if I hadn’t spent the first half of the car ride giving Hans a blow job, but honestly, I have no regrets.

With anyone else, I’d probably be embarrassed about how turned on I got watching him kill people. But considering he’s the one who just casually ended five lives in the span of a few minutes, it’s not like Hans can really judge me.

Plus, making him fight for control like that was amazing.

One hand between my legs, the other pushing my head down to take him deeper, while he drove with his knee and tried not to crash the truck…

I shift.

Okay, so even though I came so hard I had to change my underwear and my shorts when we stopped at a gas station, I’m still worked up enough that I’d happily climb over and impale myself on Hans’s lap if we weren’t about to pull up to someone’s house.

“You okay?” Hans asks, misreading my discomfort. “I don’t want to leave you at a hotel alone, but if you don’t want to come with, we can figure something out.”

I put my hand on top of his, where it rests on my lap. “No, I’m totally okay. Promise.” I squeeze his hand. “Just thinking about earlier.”

He slides me a look full of heat. “Dirty girl.”

I grin, and he shakes his head, then starts to slow the truck.

My eyes widen when I see the gate we’re turning toward. The other driveways have had gates, too, but this one seems… extra.

Instead of just a call box, there’s a pillar big enough to hold a couple of men.

Just as I think it, two men step into view from behind the bricks.

They’re dressed similarly to Hans, and they’re holding guns.

Hans pulls the truck to a stop in front of the closed gate, and one of the guys gestures for him to roll down his window.

Hans does.

From the other side of the gate, the man holds up a phone.

He must’ve taken a photo or is on a video call with someone to get approval because a few seconds later, he nods and the gate starts to slide open.

Hans keeps his window down as he drives through and slows when he comes even with the guard.

The guard keeps his gun at his side. “Stop in front of the house, exit the vehicle, and wait for the bosses.”

Hans doesn’t look like he’s going to reply, so I call out a “thank you” before he drives forward.

I try to keep the shock off my face as we near the house. It’s so fancy.

My teeth dig into my lip as I look down at myself.

Tennis shoes, new pair of jean shorts, same band shirt, hair slightly tamed, but still a mess.

I hope these guys dress casually. Though something tells me they don’t.

Hans puts the truck in park where the driveway curves in front of the house and turns off the engine.

He heaves out a breath and turns to me, lifting his hands to cup my face. “I’m trusting them because I know at least some of our morals line up. But other than the times I’ve told you about”—he means saving that one guy and threatening to blow them up in a restaurant—“I haven’t interacted with them. So, if this turns out to be a gigantic mistake, please forgive me.”

His grip on my face is firm enough that it squishes my cheeks when I try to smile, but that just makes me smile more.

“Hans.” I place my hands over his. “I think I’d forgive you just about anything.”

He sighs.

“Unless you cheat on me,” I tell him. “If you do that, I’ll chop your dick off.”

Hans gives me a soft smile that’s completely inappropriate for what I just said. “Butterfly, no force on earth could make me touch another woman.”

I swoon.

And the front door opens.

Our hands slide from my face as we look at the three men walking down the steps toward us.

They’re all tall and built, like Hans.

And they’re all handsome, each in their own way.

The dark-haired, dark-eyed one who looks a little feral. The one with rich brown hair and an air of arrogance. And the one with all the tattoos, buzzed hair, and an amused smirk.

The leaders of The Alliance.

And of-fucking-course they’re all in suits.