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That idea only grows bigger as he deepens the kiss, caressing my neck gently the way only he can. Even when we’re just fucking, just going for a quickie like we are now, I feel like we’re making love. And that’s not something you discard.

He maneuvers us to the back doors of the van, pulling them open with one hand while holding me tight with the other. Even making love on the bare, hard floor of a windowless van will feel like we’re in a fancy, five-star hotel room, I’m sure. How can I throw that away?

My whole body is like a taut string, ready for him to play it. And the answer to the question sounding in my head is,I can’t.

But then his phone starts going off in his pocket, vibrating against my leg. He answers, doesn’t even consider ignoring it.

I’m standing so close I can hear Joker on the other end telling him to meet him in the surveillance room.

He tells him he’ll be right there then ends the call, giving me an apologetic smile.

“We’re gonna have to hold that thought,” he says. “I want us out of here as soon as possible. But then we’ll have all night in a place where nothing can interrupt us.”

No, we won’t.

I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss that will have to last me for a while. Hopefully not forever. And the way the kiss makes my heart beat faster and turns the ground beneath my feet to water, I think forever isn’t entirely out of the question.

We won’t have tonight.

But hopefully, after we do what we have to, we’ll have a forever full of prefect days and nights. And that’s worth fighting for, and it’s worth a little betrayal. Because the reward will be so much sweeter than revenge ever could be.

Revenge is always bitter and never does what you want it to. Never gives you back the thing you lost. I know. I’ve tried to make that happen and failed.

I also tried to put all of that, plus every ounce of my love for him into the kiss. Maybe it even worked, because he keeps glancing back at me and smiling as he walks towards the tallest of the dark buildings. This isn’t goodbye. It’s just a goodbye for now. A necessary step on the way to our forever.

As long as I believe that in my heart he’ll know it too. And everything will be exactly as it should be for once.

38

Grim

It’s been just one long day of nerves and waiting. Hot, but not because of the temperature. Simply because I’m always too hot when we’re gearing up for missions. Especially for ones where the wait is long and the outcome completely uncertain.

All the Lost Sons are starting to gather in the yard, decked out for a long ride. Me and my guys—Psycho, Poison, Ivy, and Karma—had been keeping to the sides of the giant yard around the three windowless building, staking it out and trying to come up with a plan of attack as inconspicuously as we could. But it’s only now that Scorpio told Karma that most of the Lost Sons are moving out ahead that we can actually make a plan.

Before now, it all just looked fucked.

I never imagined Joker had this many guys. By my best count, there’s a hundred and thirty-eight of them. We’d stand no chance of getting that woman away from them if they were all here. We haven’t even seen the woman. And if Scorpio hadn’t told me he was the one who brought her here last night, I’d think she wasn’t here at all.

After a day of waiting and worrying, I have to admit I’d prefer it that way. I’d like to just ride off with Scorpio and his guys today, fight whatever war they want to fight and hope we all come out alive on the other end. That’s clean and simple. What we’re doing is underhanded and traitorous. It might be for the greater good, but still… it’s not who I am.

Scorpio’s been rushing around all day, making sure this exodus goes off without a hitch. But we’ve all been standing in the yard for an hour now and he still hasn’t given the order to ride. Some of his brothers are starting to grumble. If I’d have to guess they’re not all equally loyal to the MC. They’re probably just loyal to the revenge against Devil’s Nightmare MC they were promised. Which probably amounts to the same thing.

We’re about to fuck that up for them.

Never mind getting Scorpio’s forgiveness, we’ll also have to somehow survive the anger of all these other guys. Maybe we should rethink that.

Scorpio comes out of the main building, interrupting my thoughts of imminent doom. Most turn to face him, ready to hear the order to ride. He doesn’t give it, which causes yet more grumbling and muffled cursing.

His eyes catch on mine with unwavering accuracy. We’re separated by a throng of guys and their bikes, but I don’t even notice any of them. Just him.

I don’t even decide to walk to him, my legs just start taking me there on their own.

He’s getting bombarded with questions about when we’re finally leaving, but he ignores them all as he watches me approach. I’d like to have his undivided attention like this for the rest of my life. And watch that half smile on his lips as he waits for me. And this feeling that there’s only us in this world. I hope some of this will remain after today.

“It won’t be much longer now,” he tells me. “But it’ll be worth the wait.”

We’re standing just to the side of the door leading into the building, surrounded by loud men, but it’s like we’re alone. I wish we were, because watching and talking is all I can do with him now. I want more.

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