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I widen my eyes, not knowing Rebel had this kind of thing in her.

Amber sucks in a deep breath, the bag instantly sticking to her face as her body struggles from side to side, blood and guts spilling from her open wounds while she fights for breath thatsimply isn’t coming. Seeing the determination on Rebel’s face, she holds the bag tighter, watching the fierceness in her eyes and the joy she is taking at ending Amber’s life ignites something in me. My woman has come alive at taking a life, and this is something I never thought I’d witness.

It is a beautiful sight to behold.

Amber struggles one last time, then the bag deflates against her face, and her body goes limp.

Rebel lets out a grunt and drops Amber from her grip.

Dead.

I race over to Rebel, pulling her to me, and slam my lips to hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth as I kiss her passionately, feeling that spark and energy surrounding us like it always does. Her bloody hands slide up into my hair while she caresses me. I slowly pull back and lean my forehead against hers as the guys prepare the body for the oil pit.

Staring into her eyes, I need to know she’s okay. The warmth in her gaze and her flushed cheeks tell me all I need to know. It still doesn’t stop me from placing a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her lips.

A sense of relief suddenly washes over me.

Not only is my Old Lady more than okay, but Amber has also been dealt with.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” I murmur against her lips, and she grins.

“I don’t know what that says about your sexual preferences,” she teases.

“It says I am damn proud of my woman, and she turns me the fuck on.”

The oil pit lights up, the heat filtering through the room, and we both turn to see the guys throwing Amber’s body into it.

I hold onto Rebel tight and shake my head. “Shall we go and shower?”

She nods, but there is a hint of mischief in her expression. “Let’s go shower and getvery, verydirty.”

A slow smile crosses my face. “You guys good?” I call out, my eyes still firmly on my Old Lady.

“We got this,” Zero states with a slight chuckle.

Grabbing Rebel’s hand, I take off with her for the stairs because I’m about to show her just how fucking dirty I can make it.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SIX

As soon as I enter our bathroom, I turn on the shower, letting the temperature adjust. By the time I turn back around, Rebel stands naked, blood coating her hands, her dirty clothes discarded on the floor. I have to draw in a sharp breath as her beauty hits me, my cock harder than it’s ever been.

Rebel is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and with her growing our unborn baby, it never ceases to take my breath away, but this, her naked—covered in the blood from seeking her retribution—has my heart stuttering in my chest.

I quickly strip down, my gaze not leaving hers for long,then I hold out a hand to guide her into the now steaming shower. She steps toward me, but to my surprise, she takes my hand for support as she lowers to her knees.

A low groan rumbles through my chest and the head of my cock beads with precum. “Thay…” Her name is a whisper on my lips, a plea letting her know she doesn’t need to do this.

When she stares up at me, her long, thick lashes make her seem innocent, though I know she is anything but—the weight of her desire hits me full force, and I have no choice but to thread my fingers into her hair. Her sinful mouth drops open, and it takes everything I can do to keep upright as I watch her flick the tip of my swollen head with her delicious tongue.

She wraps her blood-stained hand around my length, and the sight does me in. It should repulse me, but knowing it’s the result of my Old Lady stepping in and doing what I’m not strong enough to do right now only heightens my desire for her.

Without a word, Rebel slides down my length, and the sensation of her warm, wet mouth has me gritting my teeth. Toosoon, she pulls back with a pop, using both hands to stroke up and down before she says, “Six, fuck my mouth like you mean it.”

Jesus, this woman.

Tightening my grip in her hair, I do as I’m told. “Fuck, Thay. Seeing you on your knees for me, your hands covered in blood…” I groan, hitting the back of her throat and pausing to revel in the sensation of her gag reflex squeezing around the head of my cock. “That’s it. Just relax a little more. Just. Like. That… baby.” The second she relaxes, I slide into her throat, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come, but that’s not where I want to be, so I regretfully pull back.

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