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For Elisabeth “Bug” Garner who just wanted to see Skeet get his HEA.

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Explicit Sexual Situations

Blood

Gun Violence

Physical Violence

Loss / Grief

Death

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Nipple Piercings

Chapter One

Christine

Blood sprayed against my face, misting it with droplets, and I winced. Even if I wanted to move, being handcuffed to the waterline in the concrete wall made it nearly impossible. When I look back up, I was relieved to see Jensen Maloy, Don Supreme’s personal executioner, discarding my fiance’s bodyguards to the side like rag dolls. They landed on the concrete floor of the warehouse with a thud. Maloy’s blood-speckled, rugged face turned toward me, and I nodded, silently confirming I was okay. He was in a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt. He let out a heavy sigh when Jacob Macanroy, my not-by-choice -fiance, stepped in front of him and swung, connecting with Maloy’s face, growling, “Get away from her.”

When Maloy stood, he chuckled. “Macanroy, you got balls, I’ll give you that, but she’s coming with me.”

Jacob, who was in a pair of slacks and dress shirt, grabbed a crowbar on one of the nearby crates and swung wildly for Maloy’s head. Jacob’s long blond hair, which was usually in a manbun, had come loose and whipped around, blocking his view, causing him to miss. After he stumbled back and brushed his hair out of his face, his bright blue eyes were laser focused when he jumped over Maloy’s foot as he tried to trip him. Maloy grinned at the movement. As Jacob straightened, Maloy moved behind him and gripped his hand around his neck. His eyes flicked to me, silently asking if I cared if the man lived.

Before I could even blink, Jacob kneed Maloy in the groin, causing him to take a step back. For all that Jacob and I had been through, I couldn’t find it in myself to be scared for him. He had to have known going up against Jensen Maloy was a death sentence, yet there he was. Maloy, knife in one hand, countered each of Jacob’s swings with the pipe he had grabbed.

Why did I find the entire fight mesmerizing to watch? It was the level of skill and the majestic choreography of their deadly dance. Occasionally, Jacob would hiss as Maloy’s knife carved into his skin, and the scrape of their feet on the concrete had a musical rhythm to it. I had the distinct feeling that Maloy was toying with him. The man wasn’t breaking a sweat and hadn’t so much as blinked in reaction when Jacob whirled and slammed the crowbar against Jensen’s bicep. It was beautiful to see Maloy work. I’d heard the stories of his abilities and ruthlessness, everyone had, but to see it in person was something else. It didn’t take long before Jacob started to wear out and lose ground.

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