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Liam had such a hard childhood. He was never loved or shown affection, and this is my way of letting him look back, read my words and know that, from the very beginning, I was his. He was my first everything. He was the first guy that I ever held hands with. He was the first person I ever rode on the back of a bike with who wasn’t family. He was my first kiss and the first and only person I had sex with. He has all of me and I have all of him. Our first time together was something special because we have only been with each other, and neither of us has ever loved anyone else.

Call me sappy, but I don’t care. When you love someone, everything that happens is huge. I am not childish. Everything is just a huge deal because these little things led us here.

Now we fuck. We fuck hard and make love. We are dirty, and I love every single moment of it.

“Paisley?”

I look at Liam, coming out of my daydream.

“Yeah?” I ask him, smirking because he is now naked.

He smirks right back at me. “You better hang on.”

Oh boy.

17

Paisley

I wake up to the sound of a siren going off in the house, and I sit up in bed, holding my chest due to having been startled awake. Liam is already out of bed, slipping on clothes, and I do the same. I don’t know what is happening.

Liam walks across the bedroom to the TV and turns it on, switching to camera mode. My heart hits the floor at the sight of so many cartel members. Liam looks at me, and I hurry and slip on good shoes and a jacket because it’s cold out. Liam runs to the closet and begins taking out guns, and I run over to my phone and hit the panic button. Liam comes out of the closet with AKs, and he hands one to me with a bunch of clips. He carries the other AK with a couple of pistols.

I have a very bad feeling. We are in the middle of nowhere, and the MC is an hour away. We are fucked.

“Baby, we are going to have to run for the mountains,” he tells me and I nod. He grabs a backpack, and my guess is that it has supplies.

I look at the monitors, and the intruders are much closer. I know they are cartel because of the distinctive tattoo running up each man’s neck. I guess they are still gunning for the women of the club, but Liam and I have been exposed.

“Liam, they must have a tracker on us, or they’ve followed us,” I whisper.

He looks at me and freezes. He grabs my hand, leading me to a small hidden room, and we duck inside. As we crawl through, Liam is pushing the backpacks in front of him and I am carrying my gun.

A few minutes later we come out of the house and are next to the woods. At moments like these, I am so glad that the MC put a lot of work into making sure we have these escape hatches. The house is completely surrounded, and men are standing outside our bedroom window.

Liam grabs my hand and we duck into the woods, running. I hear someone yelling from the house and I know, in that instant, we left the surveillance on and they can see us running. Liam tightens his hand on mine, and we run faster. My lungs are already screaming at me because I am not the most athletic person. My heart is pounding with fear and exertion. My skin is on edge, and it’s so cold I can see my breath.

Liam is studying everything around him. I can tell his training has taken over. My hand is shaking in his, more from the cold than being scared. I am scared, but I don’t think it’s sunk in that there is a shit ton of people hunting us right now.

Liam stops suddenly, his finger on his lips, telling me to be quiet. I stand completely still, biting my bottom lip, my hand over my heart. All I hear is dead silence and I look at Liam. The moon is bright tonight, but I can barely make out his expression.

Then I hear the sound of a stick breaking, and Liam charges just as a man comes into view. I stare wide eyed as Liam tackles the man to the ground, hitting him hard in the face. “Look away, Baby.” I turn my head as I hear bones breaking.

When I turn back, the man is slumped over with his neck broken.

Liam walks back over to me and takes my hand, and we start running again. This goes on for what seems like forever; then he stops again. “You need to rest, Baby,” he whispers.

I nod even though I am not sure he can see it. My legs feel like Jell-O.

He props me against the tree, unzips one of the backpacks, and pulls out a blanket. He wraps it around my back and hands me a bottle of water. He doesn’t sit down. He is eyeing the woods around him, and I try to be as silent as possible. I open the bottle of water, and it hurts my hands because they are so cold. I take a sip and shut the bottle, and I pull the blanket tightly around me. Liam steps closer and sits down beside me, pulling me into his chest.

“Get warm, Baby, we have to move soon.”

I close my eyes and soak in his warmth.

This is just awful. It is a disaster and I don’t understand how they found us. This house is under a different name and is in no way associated with the club. We must have a leak, a leak who has been giving up our locations. I hit the panic button before we left. I hope the guys find us soon.

A branch snaps beside us, and Liam stands up. Then I hear someone running, and three guys pop into view. I stand up and ready my AK in a split second. Liam tackles two of them to the ground, and I shoot the other. Liam shoots the other two with his pistol.

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