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With that, he plopped two slices of pizza on a plate and then stalked toward his office, the door slamming shut behind him. Laughing quietly to myself, I pushed back from the table and headed to get me and Malik some pizza. “I’m so texting Digg later for details,” Chet announced.

Nolan snorted and shook his head. “You do that, man.”

Grabbing two plates and plopping two slices of pizza on each, I walked back over to the table and set Malik’s plate in front of him. “What do you want to drink?” I asked him.

“Water,” he told me as he picked up his slice.

After grabbing us a bottle of water to share, I sat back down. “You need to take your meds after this,” I reminded him.

He sighed. “I feel fine enough to not take those fucking oxys, Rurik.”

I shrugged. “Tough. If your pain levels get out of control, it’ll be hard to bring them back down. For now, you’re following my orders.”

His lips twitched with an aborted smile. “Just for now?”

I grinned at him. He and I both knew it wasn’t just for now. Malik had been mine to own and control from the moment hedamn near killed one of Anatoly’s men. And he was mine for the rest of eternity. I found him in this life, and I’d find him in every single life after this one.

EPILOGUE

Malik

“What the fuck is that?” I asked as Rurik accepted a package from the UPS driver. When the driver had buzzed the gate, we’d all been confused as fuck because none of us ordered anything online. If we needed something, we got it from the store. And if the store didn’t have it… well, we just didn’t need it.

Having the UPS driver show up at the gate had Hyram ready to put the whole place on lockdown. He’d thought the Savage Dreams MC had sent someone to either blow us all to pieces or shoot us all.

But nope. My fucking fiancé had ordered something because he was just the kind of man who shopped online.

“We don’t get shit delivered here,” Hyram growled at Rurik when Rurik drew closer, his stress levels through the roof. I could probably place money that if he were to take his bloodpressure right then, it’d be sky fucking high. “Get a fucking box at the post office if you want shit delivered.”

“UPS and FedEx don’t deliver to post office boxes,” Rurik told him in a duh tone. “Chill out. You think I’d let anyone come close enough to Malik again?”

Yeah… several months later and Rurik still hadn’t chilled out on his overprotectiveness and his possessiveness of me. I was healed and was finishing up physical therapy. Things had been eerily quiet lately. Rurik’s viruses had taken root not long after he planted them in Safe Dreams, and nothing had happened since.

He kept telling us to be patient, that retaliation would come, but quite frankly, I didn’t have patience. Hyram was the most patient out of all of us, and evenhispatience was wearing thin.

Hyram scowled. “At least clear shit with me before you go ordering shit and having it delivered here, Rurik.” With that, he turned on his heel and stormed inside, muttering something about needing a drink.

“So, what’s that?” I asked again, jerking my chin in the direction of the brown cardboard box in his hands.

“Tattoo supplies,” Rurik said as we began walking into the clubhouse.

I arched a brow at him. “Tattoo supplies?” I pushed open the front door to the clubhouse, letting him in before me. The door shut behind me with a quietshnickas he nodded his head, heading for the staircase. I followed him, nervousness filling my gut. “Why the fuck do you need tattoo supplies, Rurik?” I demanded. He never ordered shit like that unless it had something to do with me.

He opened our apartment door, then turned to walk backward, smirking at me. “What do you think, baby?”

I scowled at him. He had to be fucking kidding me. “You arenottattooing me,” I growled. He’d already made me his fiancé, pierced my ear, had a tracker on me, and kept this chain around my neck. We both already knew as soon as he said so, we’d be at the courthouse tying ourselves together for life.

Now he wanted to ink my skin?

I shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. But for some reason, I was. The man was just unhinged when it came to me. I both loved and hated it.

“You’ve got some time to come around to the idea,” he assured me. “I’m going to practice on fake skin before I tattoo you. I wouldn’t just jump into tattooing you without some kind of practice, Malik. I need what I put into your skin to beperfect. I refuse to damage what’s mine.”

I scowled. “That doesn’t make this any better, Rurik,” I snapped, refusing to focus on theminepart of his whole wild ass idea. “What the fuck are you even going to tattoo on me? Andwhereare you tattooing me? Because if it’s my dick?—”

“Not your dick,” he assured me. I blew out a soft breath of relief.Thank fuck.

He set the box on the desk he’d had moved into my office so he could work comfortably and not have to be downstairs with the rest of the guys. “If I tattoo your dick, that requires recovery time for you that I frankly don’t have the patience for.”

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