Cyborg Chronicles Box Set by Bethany Shaw
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“I know you’re in there, Lara,” he said, thumping his palm on the door. “I’m not going away until we talk.”
The lock on the door clicked. It inched open as Lara peeked out at him. “What do you want?” she asked her voice full of hostility.
“You requested to be moved to beta team,” he said as he wedged himself in the door so she couldn’t shut it. There was no way he’d leave until they’d had it out. A week was long enough to grieve and hold a grudge. Jack’s death wasn’t his fault. She had to know that.
Lara took a step back, allowing him in. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him with her hazel eyes. He glanced around the room. The small room had a mini TV, two twin beds, and a single dresser, but he was glad to find Minerva wasn’t there too. Closing the door and flicking the lock, he copied Lara’s stance.
“Why?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes and tossed her hands up in the air. “Why what?”
“Why did you request a transfer?”
Her eyes narrowed. She took a step forward, jabbing a finger at him. “You know why.”
“I’m sorry about Jack,” he said as he looked to the floor.
“You left him to die,” she said with a hiss.
He shook his head. “He died before I jumped. And I saved your life. You weren’t listening to reason. We both would’ve died too if I didn’t do something.” He took a step forward. “Jack was my friend too, Lara. If I could’ve saved him I would have.”
“He was my brother.” She took a step forward to stand toe to toe with him.
“I know. He was like a brother to me too.”
After the flu outbreak had claimed Mac’s parents he’d taken to the streets. That’s when he’d stumbled across the twins. They’d all three broken into the same convenience store looking for scraps of food. At seventeen he could have overtaken the two thirteen-year-olds and kept the goods for himself, especially with Jack being sick and Lara devastated from her sister’s death that very day, but instead, he’d befriended them and they’d worked together — well he and Jack had. The only time he and Lara ever got along was when they were between the sheets, and even then it was questionable.
Lara shook her head. “I’m not having this fight with you. I requested a transfer and it was approved. Deal with it.”
“I told Jack I’d watch out for you. I can’t do that if we’re in separate units,” he said.
She huffed at him with narrowed her eyes. “I can look out for myself, thanks.”
“Don’t be like this, Lara. I loved Jack too. I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Just leave,” she said, shoving him toward the door.
“No.” He caught her wrists and tugged her to him, causing her to inhale. “I want you on my team.”
“Why?” she asked, her chin jutting out defiantly. “So I can constantly be reminded of what you did?”
“I didn’t do anything. The World Alliance did this. They killed Jack. Just like they killed our parents and your sister when they unleashed the Black Flu.” He drew her even closer. Her fingers splayed across his chest, her mouth mere inches from his. “I know you’re hurting, Lara, and I’m sorry. Truly sorry. If I could change things I would, but I can’t. I need to know you’re safe. We’ve all lost too many people we love, and I don’t want to lose you too.”
Her face softened a little as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Tears swam in her eyes, and he reached out, cupping her cheek. He was getting through to her.
“Don’t shut me out, Lara. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t stand the thought of you being angry with me. Please talk to me.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her breath caught in her throat and he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.
When her mouth crashed against his, he tugged her closer, pulling her lithe frame flush against his. Her mouth parted, and her tongue greeted his as her hands wrapped around his shoulders.
His hands went to her ass. He lifted her up and carried her to the wall, pressing her against the concrete as she locked her ankles together at the small of his back. His cock jumped to attention, straining against the confines of his pants. Lara moaned as she nipped at his lips. One of his hands went to the hem of her shirt, rolling it up.