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"She's on her way to the hospital, darlin'," I say low, hating that I'm the one who’s breaking this shit to her. "Got a call from Maverick when I was on the way home to you. That cunt burned her again."

She begins to sob in my arms, her body trembling against me. I fucking hate that she's hurting but she needs to know. "Is she okay?" she asks through her tears.

"She's in surgery. It's goin' to take some time, but when she's out, Maverick will call and let us know how she is."

I keep her in my arms as she tries to calm down. I turn to Bozo and Tank. "Thanks for stayin' here," I say, giving them a chin lift. "I appreciate you bein' here."

They rise to their feet, both grinning like loons. "Your woman can cook, brother. You need to bring her to the clubhouse. Her cooking's the bomb," Tank says while smirking. "No thanks needed, especially when your woman cooks."

Mallory shakes, and this time it's not from crying but from laughter. "Those guys are hilarious?—"

A pain-filled cry rents the air. Everyone freezes at the sound. I drop Mallory to her feet and start barking orders. "Darlin', go upstairs to our boy and stay there. Tank, you go out back. Bozo, you're with me. No one gets into this house."

The wail ends just as abruptly as it began, and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Everyone moves, Mallory taking the stairs two at a time as she races to our son. Tank moves with purpose to the back of the house, his fingers clenched around the butt of his gun that's at his back. Bozo and I exit the front door, our guns raised as we scope the area.

We scan our surroundings thoroughly. Wherever the sound came from, it's gone now. There's no sign of anyone being out here. But that noise wasn't imaginary. Someone was fucking screaming. Could it have been a ploy to get us away from the house? There's no way for them to get past any of us. We'd have seen them if they even tried to get past us.

"Fuck," Bozo grunts. "The fuck was that?"

I shake my head. "I don't fuckin' know." I head back to the house. "You two can head on back to the clubhouse," I tell the guys once we're in the kitchen.

"I'm stayin' here," Bozo tells me. "That was fucked up shit and I ain't leavin'."

Tank grins. "Your woman goin' to cook breakfast?"

I laugh. "Sure, why not. I'm goin' to make sure Mallory's good. You two make yourselves at home."

"You're okay," Mallory breathes as I enter the bedroom. She's sitting on the bed, a knife in her hand. She's ready for anything or anyone who comes through the door.

"It's all good, darlin'. You can put the knife down."

The relief that shines in her eyes makes my heart clench. Fuck, she's terrified. "It's all goin' to be okay," I promise her. "Tank and Bozo are spendin' the night. You and Shay are safe. Get into bed, darlin'. We're goin' to get some sleep."

She gives me a soft smile and I know that she's okay, but this shit is coming to an end. I can fucking feel it.

Chapter 23

Mallory

Icome awake as he pushes his finger inside of my sleek, wet heat. I’m unable to hold back a groan. “Shane,” I whimper as I grind down against his finger.

His breath is hot against my neck. “Fuck, darlin’,” he growls, pressing a kiss to my throat. “I’ve never been harder than I am right now. I’m about ready to burst. I’m going to fuck you, and once all this shit is over, I’m claimin’ you as my old lady.”

I whine, still grinding against his finger. “Yes,” I hiss, his fingers stretching me.

He finger-fucks me hard, bringing me to the edge. Just as I start to build, he withdraws from me. “Asshole,” I growl. I was so damn close.

He chuckles and spins me around so we’re facing one another. “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’.” He growls as he pushes me onto my back, his cock lined up to my entrance and he plunges deep inside of me. “You goin’ to be my good girl and keep quiet?”

“Yes,” I cry out as he continues to drive deep inside of me.

His eyes flash with heat. “Good,” he growls, tilting my hips and plunging inside of me again.

I can’t hold back as my orgasm tumbles over me. My nails rake down his chest. He hisses out a breath as I dig deep into his flesh. “Fuck,” he grunts. The final thread of his control breaks and he fucks me without a care.

“More,” I whine, needing more. There’s no finesse anymore. We're both trying to reach our peak. I love having him inside of me. There's no one else for me but Shane. He's my everything.

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