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Spitting on my fingers, I slip my hand beneath her ass and play with her hole, getting it nice and wet before I slip a finger inside. Her mouth parts with a silent scream and her pussy throbs around my cock. I’m leaking inside her, my hand twisting around her hair and pulling while I grind on her, rubbing her clit with my pelvis.

“Kai,” she cries into my neck, and then she’s coming again, making me see stars as she squeezes the cum from my dick.

I groan and bury my face into the warm spot between her neck and shoulder, my arms slipping around her back. I don’t pull out yet, holding her to me as I listen to her heart beat against her chest.

“You good, baby?”

She nods, sliding her hands up my shoulders to wrap her arms around my neck. “Don’t move.”

“I won’t.”

Damon and Callie come next, shortly followed by Wren and Levi, who join us on the bed afterward and curl up beside us, leaving me and my girl in the middle.

After a while, Hailey’s silence returns, and I know she’s all up in her head again, worried about her brother, her shop…me, us. We all feel it, like a thick cloud of dread surrounding us. The calm before the storm.

I want her to talk to me about how she’s feeling, but I don’t want to ask her to. I want her to trust me enough to tell me on her own. I want to be the person she comes to. I want to be her person.

Her hand comes up to rest on my cheek, and I lift my head to look at her. I see it then. She doesn’t say anything, but I see what she’s allowing me to see. And even though the tortured look in her eyes is killing me, the fact that she’s putting her trust in me lights me the fuck up.

I nod, encouraging her, wordlessly letting her know that I’m with her, always.

“Damon?” she asks, never looking away from me.

Damon lifts his head from Callie’s shoulder.

“Remember when you asked me if I wanted revenge?”

“Yeah.”

“I want it.” Her eyes harden with fury and determination, and I grin, lifting her chin up with my knuckle.

That’s my fucking girl.

Chapter 42

HAILEY

“What do you want to happen to Maverick?”

With my fork hovering in front of my mouth, I glance up at Damon across the kitchen island where we’re all eating breakfast. He’s looking at me and Derek.

“I want him to pay for what he’s done,” Derek says. “I want him behind bars?—”

“I want him dead.”

Derek’s mouth snaps shut. Kai’s hand tightens in mine while all eyes swing to me. They don’t ask me why, but I’m pretty sure they already know. If he’s dead, he can’t ever hurt another person I care about. He can’t touch the people I love.

Him.

Them.

He can’t touch them.

“We’re not going to kill him.” Elijah speaks up as he walks into the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee.

“Why not?”

“We don’t murder people, Hailey.”

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