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Liam

I bend down and look into the face of the person who made my life a living hell and enjoyed every second of it. Torch took Paisley and is going to take her away from this area until I’ve done what I need to do.

Derek stares at me with so much hate, and I will never fucking understand what made him this way. One day soon I want to be a dad, and I will do everything to love and protect my kid. This man isn’t a fucking man but a pitiful excuse for a human being.

“Long time, fucker,” I say. “Your fucking pain and misery ends here. This is where it stops, this is where I get my fucking peace. The shit that you tried to do didn’t work.”

I punch the ground by his face. I hate this person so fucking much. “Know that I am happy. I am going to marry the woman I have loved since I was seventeen years old, and I am going to have kids and they are going to have a good life.” I smile. “Braelyn is married, she has two kids and she is a very successful and happy woman. We are fucking happy, and that is something you will never know.”

Derek just fucking glares at me. “You took her away.”

Then it fucking clicks. “You mean your wife? I gave her five hundred bucks, and she used that shit to leave your sorry ass. Good for her.”

He tries to hit me in the face. I grab his fist and twist his arm, breaking it. “That will be the last time you will ever try to hit me, any last words?”

“Fuck you.”

I laugh and take out my gun. “Fuck you too, piece of shit.” I press the gun to his head, looking him dead in the eye, and pull the trigger. I close my eyes and stand up, and I turn around and look at my brothers. They are at my back, giving me support but giving me the space to do what I need to do.

“I need to call Ethan.”

I step away and make the call. “You okay?” is the first thing out of his mouth.

“He is dead.” I can hear him let out a deep breath.

“She can live in peace now,” he whispers and I can hear his relief. Ethan hates him. He has been wanting to kill him for years, but that shit is hard to do when you’re the chief of police. “Thank you, man.” He hangs up and I put my phone back in my pocket.

Then I walk to Paisley. I need to fucking hold her and make sure that she is okay. That shit is hard to swallow; her being taken and the fear of what could have happened is a killer. She is my heart. She is an extension of me and she is mine. Now we can rest.

If only it were that easy.

19

Two Months Later

“Harder!” I moan, gripping the counter hard. I am leaning over it with Liam pounding into me hard from behind.

“You want more, Baby?” he whispers into my ear, his breath making my whole body shiver.

“Yes, please,” I beg. My body is on fire and just about over the edge, but I need a little more. A hand lands on my ass hard, then he lets loose and lets me have what I need. My whole body stiffens, my toes curl, and I brace myself.

His hand comes between me and the kitchen cabinet, his thumb and finger pinch my clit, and I come hard, my whole body shaking and my knees giving out. He keeps pounding into me, and I’m not even standing up at this point. His hands are gripping my waist, holding me up. I am complete Jell-O.

He comes a few seconds later, and he slowly and gently slips out of me and picks me up off the ground. He hugs me to him, and my head is resting on his chest as I try to catch my breath.

“What time do we have to be at dinner at the club?” I ask Liam, my eyes closed and my fingers running down his back.

“We have three hours.” He kisses the side of my head. I hug him and let him carry me into the bathroom.

“We can have some more fun.” I wink at him.

He laughs and we step into the shower. The next hour is filled with hot, steamy sex. Every single time is like the first time all over again, intense and just amazing.

* * *

We walk into the club, and I am so excited to see my family and friends. We haven’t had a party like this in a while, and we used to have them all the time. The cartel has backed away. The presidents of our club and the Grim Sinners have signed a peace treaty and, for the first time in months, we can breathe easy. The moment the peace treaty was signed, the relief was something that is hard to describe. I can live with Liam and we don’t have to constantly look over our shoulders anymore.

Liam’s dad was after us—on top of the cartel, which was gunning for the women of the club. Between the two of them, it was an absolute mess for me. Liam’s dad had a whole different agenda, but it overlapped and made it hard to figure out who was doing what.

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