Page 41 of Ruthless Love

“Feel good? You there, babe?” I bite down on her shoulder just as she clenches on my dick.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” She moans, thrusting back against me. It’s like she’s broken through a brick wall and she’s on the other side, breathing heavily, now lazily stroking her clit, and putting her hand back on the wall.

It’s all I need. I push home, let myself go, and groan deeply in her ear as I pour myself into her womb, wanting to have that baby I saw when I was unconscious and dreaming after getting shot. And finally, fucking finally, I feel like I got a piece of myself back tonight.

Maybe, just maybe Cain Miller can start to put himself back together.

THIRTY-TWO

CAIN

"Are you fucking kidding me?"I question Wyatt as he's briefing me on what went down this morning. I'm still not allowed to ride with the SWAT team, but hopefully soon.

"Yeah, we arrested Alexander Raven for the murder of his wife."

The world as I know it is spinning. There's no way this can be true. "He loves Lindsay with all his heart. Her and their daughter are his world. What the actual fuck happened while I was out?"

Wyatt drags me over to an empty desk and motions for me to have a seat. "I knew you were going to have an issue with this."

"An issue is putting it mildly. It's not as if I didn't know that Lindsay was in an accident, and she was killed. It just happened in the middle of me being hurt. It was a tragic car accident. Right?" Now I'm wondering if I'm the crazy one, making up things that weren't actually true.

"It was, but after some investigation..."

"I'm sure that was pressured by her parents, wasn't it?"

He doesn't answer, but inhales deeply before continuing. "We found out that he'd done some work on her car. The brakes gave out, and that's what caused her to wreck. There's been thought that it was a premeditated murder on his part."

There is no way any of this is true. I've known this man since I was in high school. I'm the person who introduced him and Lindsay. There's no way I didn't clock this. "I just don't believe this."

Wyatt crosses his arms over his chest. "Everyone is having a hard time with it, Cain. I don't know what we can do, but I'm the same as you."

I'm in no condition to investigate this on my own, but I've known Alexander for a good portion of my life. There's no way I think he could do this to anyone, much less his wife. "Maybe when I'm up and moving around better, we can look into it."

"I'll be right there with you. I'm not sure what we can actually do for him, but Cain, you should've seen him when they sentenced him."

I'm mind blown that I missed all of this. The first few weeks after being shot, I was in a haze of painkillers and then the pain once they wore off. "I'm on it. I'll get started today by looking through the arrest records and whatever else there is. We'll figure it out."

I say those words more to myself than for anyone else. Alex may not have the last name Miller, but he's my family, and I'll be damned if anyone fucks with my family.

THIRTY-THREE

MARISSA

As I closeup shop on another successful day for Enchanted Chapters, I glance up at the streetlight next to the door. Parked to the left is a Willow County Sheriff's SUV. It's been sitting there for the better part of the afternoon.

I've been waiting for Cain to come in, but he hasn't.

I recognize this for what it is. It's the impasse we've been dancing around for the past few months. He's better. Enchanted Chapters is doing the best it ever has, and we're happier than we've been in years.

It's time for me to make my decision.

As I turn to the SUV, snowflakes start falling, as if we're in some sort of Hallmark movie. I gaze over at him, waving my hand for him to come over. He gets out of the SUV, and damn. I always forget how hot he is in uniform until I see him again. He's got the swagger, and he wears the authority like some sort of shield.

"I was wondering when you were going to acknowledge me being here," he says as he slow-rolls his way over to me. He's got his hands tucked into his jacket, a beanie on top of his head, protecting it from the elements.

"You know you could've come inside." I point out. "Ask whatever question it was you had."

He unzips his jacket and reaches in. He pulls out a manilla envelope. Our divorce papers. "Did you want to file this? Because I intercepted it at the courthouse today. The post mark on it was way before I got hurt. It looks like it got lost."

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