My Soul To Take by Madeline Sheehan Read Free Book Online

SIX
    Xan kicked open his trailer door and took a seat on the entrance steps. He couldn't sleep. Not lately. Not unless he was good and drunk and, even then, he would not call it sleeping, more of an alcohol-induced coma from which he always woke from feeling less than refreshed.
    Staring up at the night sky, he tried to remember one of the many stupid stories her had told him.
    “Never thought I’d say this, fată,” he muttered, “But I’m actually missing those ridiculous Greek stories of yours. What was that one you told me the morning after our wedding? The one about Zeus and…what was her name? Hera?”
    Flicking open his Zippo he lit up a cigarette, sucked in a heavy drag of smoke, and blew it towards the heavens.
    “So this Zeus frate spots this hot chick and it was love at first sight. He fucked her, kidnapped her and made her his wife. Wham. Bam. Happily ever after.”
    Smiling, he shook his head. The story summed up their entire relationship. He had taken one look at her and all rational thought had fled to his groin.
    “Heads up, frate. Here comes Gerik's obsession,” Shandor whispered.
    He looked up from his soup, just as curious as everyone else was about the fată who, in the past month, had barely left her trailer. She was turned toward Lyuba, who was dishing her up a giant bowl of soup, so all he saw was a whole lot of straight, black hair, hanging three quarters of the way down her back.
    When she turned, his eyebrows popped. She was the last thing he had expected Gerik to be fawning over. Frate had a thing for tall, skinny, breast-less women that had the whole supermodel bitch thing going for them. His long-standing affair with Onyx Vãduva was proof to that and so was almost every other fată Gerik had hooked up with.
    Not that this fată wasn't beautiful, because she damn sure was. But, she was on the short side, and seeing as how she had hips and tits, was also a whole lot curvier than Gerik liked his women.
    She was, in fact, the type of woman he liked underneath him, above him, bent over in front of him, up against a wall, hell, whatever way he could get it. She was in shape but nicely curved, with handfuls of breasts to squeeze and an actual ass he could grab hold of while he pounded into her.
    She was undeniably nervous. Her eyes were darting back and forth, scanning over the food tent for a place to sit. Just as it looked like she was about to make a run for it, Becki looped arms with her and, as luck would have it, brought her right to his picnic table.
    She took the seat across from him, refusing to meet his eyes. She wasn't at all like the women he was used to. This girl was shy. Reserved. Innocent.
    “Trinity, this is Shandor,” Becki said, gesturing. “Our resident idiot.”
    Trinity didn't even look up.
    When it did not appear as if Becki was going to introduce him, he kicked her under the table and gave her a pointed look. She rolled her eyes.
    “And this is Xan.” She had said his name dismissively, as if he were the most insignificant creature on the planet. He managed to give her the stink eye before Trinity turned her gaze towards him.
    “Hey,” she said, meekly.
    “If I'm an idiot, fată,” Shandor yelled. “What the hell are you? The resident bitch?”
    Becki shoved him. “Being a bitch is better than being a moron!”
    Trinity was ignoring their bickering in favor of staring forlornly into her soup.
    “The soup is definitely depressing today,” he piped up, trying to get her attention. “Sometimes Lyuba puts a little too much ‘It sucks to be me’ in it.”
    Her perfect pink lips melted into a stunning smile. And those eyes of hers, the greenest eyes he had ever seen, sparkled like goddamn gems.
    Fuuuuuck… He was instantly hard. He had never seen eyes like hers. He would have remembered eyes like that. He would have dreamt about eyes like that. Dreamt that they were looking up at him while she sucked his—
    Shit. Not wanting to attack her during her first