Free Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) by Xavier Neal

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    Wow. That's....right. Focus.
                 
    “Is getting me into bed about giving The Devil a fuck you from captivity or actually being attracted to me?”
                 
     
    Drew's face twitches and for a moment, I'm not sure he even considered one of those a possibility before I mentioned it.
                 
    The problem is I'm not certain which one.
                 
    He takes a step back to answer, but is cut off.
                 
    “Melody,” Omar's voice sternly says from the entry way. “Are you ready?”
                 
    I meet Omar's eyes and inform him, “You're early.”
                 
    “Is that a problem?” he almost growls. “Am I interrupting something?”
                 
    “Yeah,” Drew responds. With the cocky smirk he typically has he answers, “Lunch.”
                 
    “Make your own fucking lunch,” Omar bites.
                 
    “ I will finish making him lunch, but I still have to grab some shit from Eden-”
                 
    “What's Eden?” Drew intrudes.
                 
    “My garden.” Before he can make a smart comment I say to Omar, “Twenty minutes tops.”
                 
    “Fine.” He sheds his jacket and heads for the couch. “I'll wait here.”
                 
    Drew mutters, “Joy...”
                 
    With a roll of the eyes, I turn back around to return to making him a sandwich. Quietly, but professionally I instruct, “Please have a seat at the table McCoy and I'll bring you your meal shortly.”
                 
    He doesn't object or even add a comment. He simply does as requested.
                 
    Thank God. I don't need Omar to have any more reason to question me than he already is. The problem is, now I see what Omar saw the second Drew walked into my world. I can't say that I blame him for reacting the way he did. He doesn't want me to die any more than I want me to, but if I don't get my shit together, what we want and what will happen will not be the same thing.
     

Melody
     
    Omar clears his throat at me indicating he wants me to look at him. I continue to keep my attention out the window.
                 
    There's nothing good about looking at him right now. I'm not in any mood. I just...I wanna be left alone.
                 
    “Melody.”
                 
    “Don't,” I mutter and smile at the sight of a little girl brushing her doll's hair in the backseat of her mother's van, which is beside us at the stop light. “Just...don't.”
                 
    He mumbles something to himself, but I ignore it. The little girl with blonde pig tails looks up at me and waves. Her innocence is beautiful and refreshing. I wiggle my finger back at her. She giggles before she returns to her doll leaving me with a new reason for tears to clog my throat.
                 
    I'll never get to have kids. I'll never get to be a mini-van mom. There will never be a child that relies on me to keep their innocence. I know that's probably for the best, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. I'll never get to nag at her about letting me brush her hair or fight a fussy baby boy who won't sit still enough for me to feed him. Every time I get a glimpse of a future I can never have, my anxiety levels shift and ending my own life lands on the table once more.
                 
    “Are you doing your job?”
                 
    My eyes shut as I rest my forehead against the window. “Yes.”
                 
    “Does he know?”
                 
    I shake my head.
                 
    Please don't ask me. It's bad enough I have to do it without talking about it.
                 
    “Good,” Omar