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“He's got a point, every damn time those women get together the town runs out of tequila,” Mammoth adds.

I slam my hand down on the table, silencing them. “Ring Dreads, set it up and you count me in. They shot me and tortured my woman, so don’t even think for a fucking second I'm sitting out this one.”

Rip sighs. “Fine,” he grunts. Pulling out his cell, he rings Dreads there and then. Knowing that all of us will want to know what’s going on, we sit quietly, waiting whilst he talks to Dreads.

“Gotcha, yeah. Laters,” Rip says before disconnecting.

“Well?” I ask.

Slowly Rip smiles. I know that sadistic smile, its one you never want to be the cause of. “We ride tomorrow night. Get your rest, brothers, because this is going to be one of the biggest jobs we’ve ever had to do. Now the warning, not a single civilian to be harmed, there are women, kids and fucking families. We are there for the weapons haul and to get those that deserve to die at our hands. The plan remains the same, and so far, there are three we are to bring back with us. Dreads has their profiles; they have information that is important to us.” Rip pauses and looks to me. “You don’t feel right, you tell me. All of the brothers would agree that we would rather have you fucking breathing,” he snaps.

I nod my head and Rip bangs the gavel. We all file out. “So, you bringing your women here?” I ask Mammoth and Hit.

“Yeah, for one night they won’t throw a fit or get shitfaced on tequila.” Hit laughs.

I know one fucking thing; I am spending every damn minute with Bambi. I don’t want to die, but I ain’t thinking of myself, I want them dead, whatever it takes, even if it comes at the cost of my own life. I get it now with Wes not letting her go alone, wanting to be there to protect her. He didn’t worry about losing his own life, he only cared about hers.

Walking back into my room, I see her curled up, fast asleep in bed. I quickly and quietly remove my clothes and crawl into bed with her. She lets out a little moan and cuddles into me. I smile, kiss her head, and I'm soon falling asleep with her. I decide in that moment that we aren’t leaving this bed until I have to leave tomorrow night.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Talitha

I feel his warm body curled around me. Rubbing my eyes, I must have fallen asleep. I haven’t been sleeping well, constantly worrying about Khan, and even though I slept at the hospital with him, in a small bed I was always concerned that I would hurt him. I don’t move, content in having him led with me. I hold his hand in mine and sigh, feeling truly content.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. I turn to face him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He lets out a low throaty growl.

“Khan, can I ask a question?” I ask softly.

“Sure.” He shrugs, still sleepily with his eyes closed.

“Will you make love to me?” I ask.

His eyes spring open “Say what?” he asks, shocked.

I laugh. “Will you make love to me, please?” I repeat.

“I want nothing more than to do that, but I’m not sure you’re ready. I don’t want to rush you,” he says again for what seems like the millionth time.

“Blah, blah, blah. I know that I am ready, I've wanted it for a while and you keep telling me I'm not ready. Well, I have news for you, mister, I am. What happened to me didn’t happen to me,” I point out. Khan frowns in confusion. “It happened to my body but not to me, I didn’t give it to him. He tried to take something and failed because I won’t allow him to get in here,” I say, tapping the side of my head. “You know I would go through it all again if it meant me being here with you right now. Bad things happen to good people all the time but they get through it and move on with our lives. By you not sticking your penis in me, you are not letting me move on.”

Khan throws his head back, laughing. “By me not sticking my penis in you?”

“Oh, right, sorry, by you not sticking, er, Vlad in me, I mean.”

Khan’s eyes go soft. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he says before kissing me. “So, is this a yes to you making love to me?” I ask between kisses.

“Oh, Bambi, you better get ready because once Vlad is buried inside you, he ain’t never coming back out again.” He winks.

He sits up on his knees, completely naked. I cannot take my eyes off his incredibly big, hard length. He reaches forward and slides my panties down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. He grabs the hem of the lace cami and moves it up my body. My hands immediately land on his, stopping him.

“Please,” I whisper.

“I want you, Talitha, all of you. Your scars are now a part of you. I don’t see them; all I see is you. I see my beautiful warrior.” He pauses. I feel my heart swell at his words. “My beautiful warrior, who I want nothing more than to fuck senseless and scream my name,” he adds.

I roll my eyes, grab the hem of the top and lift it over my head. Khan place kisses on each scar moving down my body to between my legs.

“Khan, I…” I pant.

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