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“About that,” he said and pulled out of the parking lot. “I don’t know how much truth there was to it, but Muzzle claimedhis son knew where he was going and what he was doing and that his club would come looking for him if he didn’t return.”

“Are you serious?”

“That’s what Luca told us. Even though there’s no evidence connecting him to the incident at the diner or of us having anything to do with his disappearance, I think we should anticipate a visit from his friends in Fairbanks.”

“What do you mean by ‘visit’?” I asked, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

“I don’t really know. Worst-case scenario: his son and their club show up to finish what he started.”

“To kill me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he said vehemently.

“I certainly hope not, but thatiswhat he came to do.”

“Did he tell you that?” Edge asked.

“Sort of. He said he came to make me pay for trying to pin Randall’s murder on him and Snarl.”

“That’s an odd choice of words. You didn’t try to pin it on him. He did it, and you turned him in.”

“Well, he wasn’t the smartest man,” I said and closed my eyes as I leaned back in my seat. I was hoping he would think I was tired, but the truth was I didn’t want to talk about Muzzle anymore.

Even though I knew none of it was directly my fault, I still felt responsible for what happened to Irene, Tony, and Bart. They were hurt because of my presence. I briefly wondered if I should leave town before anyone else got hurt. Sure, they might come after me, but I could just keep moving to a new town every few months.

I shook my head. I knew that wouldn’t work. The only reason I’d done as well as I had was because of Irene. The chances of me finding someone like her again were slim to none.

Not to mention Edge. The feelings I had for him were deep. I could see a real future with him. There was no way I could walk away from what we had together.

Somewhere along the way, both of them had wormed their way into my heart and made what was supposed to be a temporary refuge feel like home.

By the time Edge pulled up to my trailer, I had managed to get myself in a better frame of mind. There was no way I’d be able to handle the Mad Dogs on my own. I needed to stay put and deal with the situation while I had people willing to help me.

Edge insisted on going inside first to make sure my home was clear, and I didn’t argue with him. When he deemed it safe, he opened the front door for me to come inside.

“You’ve been pretty quiet since we left the hospital,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I lied. “I’m just tired. I think a hot shower and a large cup of coffee will help.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. I was tired, but I wasdefinitely notokay. Everything that had happened could be traced back to me, and the guilt I felt was overwhelming.

“I’ll start the coffee while you shower,” he offered and placed a kiss on my forehead before gently nudging me toward the bathroom.

“Thanks,” I replied with a weak smile.

I knew I needed to get my shit together, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how everything was my fault. The intrusive thoughts continued as I stepped under the hot water.

Did Irene blame me for the attack? Would she kick me out and fire me? Would Tony and Bart refuse to work with me?

I almost screamed when the shower door opened, and Edge stepped inside. Before I could ask what he was doing, he grabbed a handful of my wet hair to hold my head in place while he covered my mouth with his.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” he said against my lips. “Let me help you take your mind off things for a bit.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was back on mine and his hands were exploring my body. He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples, making my knees feel like they were going to buckle. With one hand toying with my right nipple, he moved the other between my legs and started rubbing my clit.

“Edge,” I sighed as my hips involuntarily moved toward his hand.

Before I could blink, he turned me around, hoisted me back by my hips, thrust his cock into me, and started fucking me in earnest. I braced my hands on the wall and groaned. The way he was roughly handling my body was exactly what I needed.

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