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“I love you.”

“Say it.”

“I love you!”

I shove into her harder. “My baby needs to be fucked this time?”

She clutches my ass, digging her nails into my cheeks. “I need it, yes!”

I rock into her and her breathing accelerates. I pin her arms to the bed and move in and out, in and out. “I love you.”

“Yes.”

“Only you. My Estelle.”

“Yours. I’m only yours.”

I speed up, the need to fill her again takes over. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Asher. Baby…”

I lose it, my cum spurting out of me as she pulses, throwing her head back as I pound in and out like a man possessed. I grunt, my release continues to spill as I shudder, halting my movements as my baby takes all of it. I love filling her like this. And for the first time ever in my life, I can imagine her belly rounding out, pregnant with my kid. Maybe not right now, or in a few years, but someday. I want that. I want all of that with her.

I cup her face and whisper, “I’m never lettin’ you go. Got me?”

She presses her lips up to meet mine. “I never want you to.”

“Mine?”

“Only yours. You own me, Asher.”

It’s like music to my ears. “And you own me, my beautiful girl.”

22

NEVADA

Of course, like clockwork everything fell right into our hands. Just like we predicted it would. It’s not like it’s any of our first rodeos, but something about Meg suddenly feeling the need to communicate felt off. Call it gut instinct, or just plain semantics, but Dave had to be in on it. And if he owned her, there was no way in Hell that he’d let her have a phone to just do what she wanted with. In a way, I’m glad that he thought we were stupid. And he had no idea we were part of an MC, as I’d removed my cut that day.

Dave tied up begging for his life like a goddamn piece of shit is exactly what I didn’t know I needed to start my day.

I didn’t want Star to have to see this, but well, she’s gonna be my ol’ lady as soon as we get back and I claim her, and this is part of the life. She can deal with it. Unlike some of the ol’ ladies that are shielded from this kinda shit, I know my girl can take it. She’s tough. Deep down, yeah, I know she’s also vulnerable and has a soft side. But this stuff? She was made for it…

“We can make this really fuckin’ quick, or we can make it really fuckin’ slow,” I say, pacing. “My girl here, she likes to use knives and…” I turn to Star. “Sorry baby, but you’re a little unhinged when it comes to sharp objects.”

Star is in full business mode. She doesn't like to be played, but she also won’t back down and this asshole had it coming. We managed to get Meg away, for now she’s safe with the Hellions, but we can’t risk her running back to her captors, not that there’ll be anything left of Dave when we’re done with him. We don’t know yet how many are involved, and it’s doubtful this is an isolated case. Dave is not only in on the business with Jefferson; he had a real-life prisoner of his own.

“I’m sorry,” Meg cried. “I’m so sorry…”

Dave had come out of nowhere with two of his imbecile idiot friends. He didn’t even have the gall to involve Jefferson, thinking he could take us by himself. Again, he had no idea that we were part of an MC or it could’ve been a lot worse if he had dealings with the Skeletons.

“It’s not your fault,” Star said. “I know he was controlling you.”

Meg was inconsolable as the boys led her to the truck where Kyle and Halo took over and put her safely in the car. She was not only exhausted, but malnourished and working for nothing — well, not nothing, if you call giving Dave sexual favors pay dirt.

I shudder at the thought. This asswipe deserves to die a slow death.

Now he and his two stooges are tied up in the Hellions’ Ridgehaven warehouse, forty minutes away. Better them be out of the city where Bane can deal with them later, since it was him that told us to keep them all alive. Sucks to be them, I guess.

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