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“I love you so much, and I am going to trust you, Jax. You won’t let me fall, and I know it. Let’s get married.”

He slipped the ruby onto her finger, and she stared at it. The man knew her and knew her well.

Then, she pounced, jumping on him, and finding his mouth with hers.

She was a lucky woman.

There was no doubt.

* * * Croft Mob Family * * *

The Next Morning

Alyona’s Bed

Friday

Eight A.M.

When he rolled over, Jax reached for Aly, and his hand only touched a cold bed.

Immediately, he sat up and looked around.

That’s when he realized it.

She.

Was.

Gone.

Oh, holy shit! This couldn’t be happening again. There was no way she ran again.

Getting out of bed, he replayed the evening in his head. They had sex, got engaged, had more sex, napped, had sex again, and then fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Now, she was gone.

He moved around the room, and her shoes and purse were nowhere to be found.

Jesus.

H.

Christ.

This couldn’t be happening.

Immediately, his blood pressure went up, and he started seeing red.

No, that was an understatement. He’d honestly believed they’d gotten past this last night, and here he was, clearly left behind again.

This was it.

Pulling on his jeans, he grabbed his clothes and figured he was going to have to find her.

Again.

Only, this time, there would be a fight. How could there not be? He was tired of the runaway girlfriend and now, the runaway fiancée.

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