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Truth be told, he longed for those words from her. He’d had to chase, but she’d been worth it in the end. That was better than her screaming his name any day.

She’d been the first woman to ever tell him that, and he’d never thought he’d wanted to hear it.

He did.

Apparently.

This meant everything.

They came as one.

Together.

Alyona leaned on him, their breathing was heavy, and that wetness evident between her thighs. Jax held her, and she clung to him.

“This is how we die,” he muttered.

It made her laugh, but it wasn’t nearly as happy as it had been. It was clear that she was back to thinking about what was going to happen next and not distracted.

He tried.

“I have you. I swear to God that he’s not taking you from me, Aly. I’ll fight and kill anyone who tries.”

She made him look in her eyes.

It was time to have a come to Jesus talk.

Now, she needed a promise.

It was an important one.

“If he tries to get me, and he grabs me, end me, Jax. Put a bullet in me. If he gets me, he’s going to abuse me in ways I’ll never survive. He’ll sell my body, and let men hurt me. Love me enough that if he gets me, just end me.”

He kissed her.

When he set her mouth free, he stared into her eyes.

“I’ll do it, Aly, but wait for me on the other side. If you die, I’m following. We’re a unit. It’s us or nothing.”

She kissed him softly.

Facing Alexsandr was going to break her, even if he didn’t get her.

How did she know?

He was the boogey man.

And she was scared.

If she survived this, she was going to need some time away.

To regroup.

Chapter Eight

The Dry Cleaners/Laundry

The French Quarter

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