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Pulling back, he exhales. “C’mon, let’s have a shower.”

I groan. “I can’t walk. I’m exhausted.”

He chuckles. “I’ll carry you. I’ll carry you anywhere you need to go. Always, Toxin. I got you.”

My hand comes up to caress his face gently. He smiles, then suddenly pulls back, stands, and hoists me up over his shoulder. I’m so freaking exhausted I just hang there like a ragdoll. But I know as soon as we get into that shower, he’s going to wake me back up again. So, I’m going to let him carry me right now, because like he said, he’ll carry me anywhere, and I know he doesn’t just mean physically.

Void has me.

He’s got my back.

We’re a team.

We’re in this together for the long haul, and there’s no one else I would want by my side. Or under me, carrying me through.

Void is the delicious poison that courses through my veins.

Void is my toxin.

And damn if I don’t want him to kill me every single day.

Epilogue

IVY

A Few Days Later

It’s been a little crazy since I prospected into the club. The guys have been on me like nothing else. They want me to embrace what it’s like to be a part of the brotherhood, and they’ve not given me any slack because I’m a chick.

Not that I would want them to.

Hell, I’d give them shit if they did.

The only one treating me a little differently is Void. I guess it’s because I’m also his Old Lady. It’s hard for him to find a balance between mad respect for his misses and no respect for the prospect. I just keep telling him while we’re out in the club, I’m a prospect, but in the bedroom, when it’s just us, I’m his Old Lady. He seems to be managing a little better now.

But with me becoming a prospect, it means the club has three.

That’s not how it usually works.

So, Dash and West knew things were on edge for them. But this morning, Dash was promoted and patched in a relaxed ceremony. Even though he appeared freaking proud of himself, there is an air of sadness sweeping over him, so I make my way over as he sits at the bar.

He received his road name, Justice, and I think it fits, all things considered. He’s always the one putting himself in danger. Always the one putting the needs of others before his own. He’s the one fighting for justice in everything he does.

It feels right.

I slide onto the stool beside him at the bar and throw my arm around his shoulders, pulling him to me in an embrace. “Justice, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

His eyes shift to me with a subtle nod. “Yeah. This patch is all I’ve ever wanted.” His tone is flat as he turns back to his beer.

Sighing, I drop my arm, signaling to Stacey to bring me a beer. “You okay? Like, really okay?”

He rolls his shoulders, not looking at me. “I’ve been spending most of my time at a bar across town. It’s just… difficult seeing you with him.”

Damn! His somber tone hits me right in the guts. I knew Dash had feelings for me, but I had no clue how deep they ran. “I’m sorry, Justice, but I love Void. I always have.”

“I know. Anyone can see it. And he loves you too. You’re perfect for each other.”

“You’ll find someone. Someone much better suited to you than me.”

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