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“Minx,” I whispered into her hair that smelled of strawberries and champagne.

Intoxicating.

That’s what she was.

Fucking intoxicating. I’d spend my life drunk if it meant I could have her.

The members outside were trying to get in, the poker in the door wouldn’t hold all night.

“Looks like we don’t have a lot of time,” she smirked at me as I leaned her against the wall, lifting the edges of her skirt above her ass. “How fast can you get the job done?”

“Oh baby girl, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything fast with you,” I said, sucking in her flesh on her neck and grazing my teeth over it as she hissed in response. “They can wait.”

And wait they would until I devoured my woman after we just took out our number one enemy. A new dawn has risen, and we no longer need to fear our future.

Chapter Sixteen

Lorcan

Itookinadeep breath as I pulled up to the estate and looked at what remained. Well, technically, it used to be the estate, and now it lay in rubble and ash. Conor, Teeghan, Killian and Sloane all stood at the side, looking over at the firemen putting the last of the fires out. I grabbed Bridget’s hand and led her over to the debris. Ace, Hawk and Bear were inspecting the rubble, probably to see if anything survived.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked them, but I already knew. It was the last ditch attempt by the Reyes to exert control. Now that Onyx was dead, there was no control to be had.

“Care package from Cesar Reyes,” Killian said. “I should have known better. He and I both know our shit, but this was next level.”

“The war is won,” Conor said. “But the loss is bigger than we could have ever imagined.”

I put my hand on his shoulder, as we all thought about Jye. He gave his life for us. He’d never be forgotten.

“We didn’t lose everyone,” I said. “Remember that.”

I looked over what was left of everything we had ever owned, a house that had sat here for centuries was now gone. My home was gone. I felt the bubble of emotion hit me hard in the chest, just as Ace came over to me.

“Not much left, my friend,” he said. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned by living like a nomad, you can always start fresh.”

“You guys are off?” I asked him.

He nodded. “We came here to help you. You don’t need us anymore. But it does look as if you need a little help with living arrangements. There’s a completely empty clubhouse in the woods, with your name on it.”

I smirked at him, as he pat me on the back and headed toward their bikes down by the side entrance.

“Here, this looks relatively unscathed,” Bear said as he threw something at me. I looked down at the velvet box which was charred a little but the ring nestled inside was perfectly fine. I smiled, knowing that was probably our mama looking down on us.

Conor, as if he knew, came over to me. “Where are they going?”

“They are leaving,” I told him. “Here.”

He took the box and smiled down at the perfect ring inside. “How the hell did this survive?”

“Fate, little brother,” I said. “Maybe now you’ll pull your finger out and ask her.”

He looked at me, a smirk playing at his lips as he pocketed the box. “Nah, tomorrow’s looking better.”

I chuckled at him, knowing he would say that, the little twerp, and joined the others. Bridget slid in under my arm and hugged my waist as Conor and Teeghan did the same.

“What do we do now?” Tee asked. She had grown accustomed to this estate as much as I had.

“We rebuild,” I said. “It’ll take a long time, but wouldn’t it be nice if we built a place we could all live instead of scattered all over the city?”

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