Jacob Black's POV.
“So who’s going out tonight?” Sam asked, staring down Marisol, Embry and I. I leaned against the counter next to Marisol whose mind was somewhere else but her dark eyes trained, determined, on Sam.
“Embry, you, and I,” I replied, ignoring Marisol’s burning glare. I could feel her anger radiate from her tiny frame, as I felt the same emotion swell inside my chest. She was challenging me, wordless or not.
“I told you, I’m going, too,” she demanded, pushing herself off the wall and in front of me. I opened my mouth to object but she beat me to it, raising her voice in the process. “I was sent here to do a job and damn it, I’m not going to let you stop me from doing it.”
“It’s dangerous,” I hissed.
She scrunched her nose in disgust and leaned towards me, pursing her lips angrily, and pushed her palm into my chest but I didn’t budge. “I’ve put myself in tons of situations where I could’ve been killed. This is no different.”
I growled. “I’m not letting you get hurt.”
She stuck her nose up and crossed her arms over her chest and puffed it out, trying to mimic my stance but I only found it humorous but I didn’t let it show, making sure she knew I was serious.
“Hmm, who said I care what you want me to do? I am my own woman. I will do whatever the hell I want and I don’t need any one’s protection. I will be fine all by myself.”
I narrowed my eyes at her and uncrossed my arms to grab her arms but remember what consequences could follow and kept them at my side.
“This is our battle, not yours.” I rebutted.
“And he’s my brother,” she stepped forward, closing the small distance between us until our noses almost touched. I could smell the mint of her toothpaste. She was angry, obviously, with her low, dangerous voice behind clenched teeth, her dark, fired eyes, and sharply straight lips.
Don’t do it, Jake, I warned myself, holding myself back. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her senselessly but this is wasn’t the right time.
She didn’t know how dangerous she could be to a man. Her face would stop them dead in their tracks, and when she got passionate about something, angry being a substitute word, her lips puckered into perfectly kissable ones. Her eyes danced and hypnotized me. Her hair was carelessly tossed around shoulders and I couldn’t think of nothing else but to mess it up some more…
Sam must have witnessed my internal struggle but was hesitant to intervene. If things went their natural course, Merris and I would be lying together after a long, exhausting night of love-making and we’d be another step closer to repairing our broken bond. I gulped to recoat my dry, irate throat.
Yeah right, Jake. Don’t get ahead of yourself. She’ll most likely kill you than sleep with you.
I blew a nervous breath and she jerked her head away, scrunching her face in disgust as it hit her face. Her angry expression stayed but she stepped back to regain some distance between us.
“I’m going whether you like it or not,” Merris resolved.
I held back words, frustrated with her defiance. It was like dealing with a teenager!
“When are we going?” She asked Sam.
He shrugged. “Ask Jake. He makes the decisions.”
She glared at me. She already knew how I would respond. “You’re not going.”
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Naturally
Hayran KurguAfter suffering heart break too many times, Marisol decided to give herself a new life. She has new responsablilties and no one is going to throw her focus off, that's what she wanted to believe. And it worked for a while before old faces stir up ol...
