Page 87 of Sweet Revenge

He dropped his head and laid a soft kiss on my lips. “We made it to the bikes, but then we heard the door slam closed again behind us. Nick was there.”

“Who’s Nick?”

He pushed a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “You know him as Smoke.”

I shook my head. “I never met him. Snake talked about him, though, like he was a god or something.” I giggled. “I always thought he had a crush on him.”

He chuckled. “Nick was sent in as an undercover agent by the FBI.”

My mouth dropped open at the same time my eyebrows shot straight to my hairline. “Wow.”

He dropped his lips to my neck again. “Nick blew up the building, Maggie. He killed them and a few other Widows they brought with them.”

I watched something flash through his eyes and pushed my body as tight as possible to his. “Are you okay?”

He laid his forehead against mine while the steam from the water surrounded us. “All I felt was relief.” He huffed. “Like I could finally breathe after all these years.”

I ran my hand down his chest and around his back. “That’s how I feel with you.”

He grinned and pulled back so he could press his lips to mine, except this time, the kiss turned hot and desperate. I took a few steps back so I could feel the cold shower tiles against my back while he ran his lips down my neck.

I sighed and laid my head against the wall when his lips traveled down over my chest, and he lifted my leg behind the knee to wrap it around his waist. He pushed inside me slowly, trailing kisses along my neck and collarbone before his lips landed on mine again. He thrust slowly as though we had all the time in the world, and I guess now we felt like we did. We took our time, running our hands over all the skin we could reach, kissing slowly and building each other up until we both gasped and let ourselves go with orgasms so intense, I wondered how we didn’t fall to the shower floor from their power.

He carried me to his bed where he dried us before laying me down and climbing in beside me. He curled his body around mine, and within minutes, I felt his soft breaths against my ear. Smiling, I settled in deeper against his body and sighed, deciding we could sleep here this one time.

The cats would be fine.

Tonight, the only thing I needed to take care of was Gunner.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

GUNNER

Arms crossed over my chest, I watched as Luke, Cam, and Pike made their way over to the bar where Bear and I were standing. It was Sunday morning, well before Hanks would be open, and here we stood, back in the same place we had a year ago, but this time, we weren’t facing the same fight we were then.

I couldn’t read Luke’s expression or Cam’s, but the overwhelming tension in the room was palpable. Bear leaned his back against the bar top and wrapped his hands around the edge behind him. He looked casual, but I knew differently. Neither of us wanted to lie to these men because they’d become our friends and brothers over the last year, but we would protect our club at all costs.

Luke came to a stop in front of us, flanked by Pike and Cam, and put his hands on his hips. “Fire at the Widows clubhouse on Friday night. No one saw anything, no witnesses, and the rest of the club members who were away are on their way back. There’s not much left. Some identifying evidence of both Viper and Snake, a little of another man, who’s still unidentified, near the back of the club, but other than that, only ash.”

“Only three bodies?” Bear asked.

Luke raised his eyebrow. “You expecting more?”

Bear shrugged. “Just thought he’d have a bigger army with him.”

“More bodies were found right outside the back doors, but they’re still being identified.”

Bear jerked up his chin. “Shouldn’t you be happier that the man who’s been hunting you is finally fucking dead?”

Luke ignored that, and Cam spoke up, causing us to shift our attention to him. “Arrests were made this morning throughout the Diablo gang, including their leader, which will cripple them. At least for a little while.”

“And the cartel?” I probed.

“The FBI has officially opened a case,” Cam reported, his face serious. “That information stays in this room.”

Bear pulled his hands from the bar top and crossed his arms over his chest. “Understood.”

“Nick?” I asked the question I knew both Bear and I were curious about.

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