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“I just don’t want to burden you,” he said roughly.

“Are you talking about your sleep patterns?”

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“I have spare rooms, you know.”

When Wrath rolled his eyes at him, Rogue laughed. He couldn’t help it. He suddenly felt lighter than he had in a while, and he loved it.

Plus, he loved the man at his side. He couldn’t pinpoint when he had fallen in love with Wrath, but it had to be sometime over the past several months…or maybe, it had been over the past two years.

Whatever the case may be, he wanted to be with Wrath and if the man was willing to put up with his fucked-upness, then he would take the plunge.

“I’ll pack my stuff when we get home.”

Rather than respond verbally, Wrath grabbed his hand. Keeping his eye on the road, Wrath brought his fingers to his lips.

Rogue couldn’t stop the smile on his lips to save his life.

Wrath shook his head at the smile, but he was too fucking happy to bitch about Rogue suddenly caving after weeks of being stubborn.

He reminded himself that Rogue had almost lost his life that day in the barn. The man had flatlined once at the hospital before the doctors were able to bring him back.

With Rogue’s lung quickly repaired beneath the surgeon’s skillful hands, Rogue had been ventilated and moved into critical care.

That had been the worst time in his entire life, minus losing his youngest brother, Rip.

The bullet that had entered Rogue’s side had been a through and through, not hitting any major organs, and as fucked up as that had been, it had also been a blessing.

So, he was a bit over-protective, but almost losing Rogue still kept him up some nights.

During the whole drive, Wrath kept a constant eye on Rogue.

From all the flashing red lights, it was easy to spot the place Smalls had been holed up in even though they had the address.

Police and emergency vehicles were lined up and down the block in front of the apartment building and he and Rogue had to hoof it in from a block away.

They didn’t need to worry about getting in because Wrath spotted Crow and Winter beyond the roped-off and police-guarded section.

Wrath sent Crow a text and the next moment, the man came striding over. The cops let him and Rogue in.

“How’d you get here so fast?” Wrath asked Crow as they walked toward Winter.

“Helicopter,” Crow replied. “We just happened to be in the air.”

Both Rebel and Boston were sitting in the back of an emergency vehicle, legs dangling, both boys drinking ice water from plastic bottles as if they didn’t have a care in the fucking world. Natural born killers, only there wasn’t anything natural about how they’d come to be killers.

“Did they get him?” Rogue asked Winter.

“Yeah,” the man said. “They got him good.”

“Are they going to arrest them?” Wrath asked.

It wasn’t uncommon to be arrested and then need to wait until the red tape was cut to get out.

“Stone and Real are on their way with the mayor,” Winter said. “I doubt they’ll take them in, but we have to jump through some hoops.”

Another dark SUV pulled up and Savage got out along with his right-hand man, Thane. The pair ducked under the taped-off section and walked toward them.

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