Page 107 of Sinful Mates

“Good.” I grunted out a laugh as I pulled out of her. “Then those other assholes won’t get to ruin you.”

She wobbled on her feet, and I swept her into my arms, carrying her to my bathroom then showering together.

Water dripped down her face and body as I washed her sweaty hair.

“I fucking love you, Nurse A.” I tilted her head back to take her mouth with mine. She moaned into me, our tongues battling for dominance, my mate refusing to let me conquer her.

She pulled away to whisper, “When are we getting married, Mr. Vincent?”

Sorrow divided the bond like an earthquake tearing through the ground.

Taken aback, I leaned back to look at her, the pain slicing her forehead breaking my damn heart. “I thought you wanted to wait?”

Sludgy chaos smothered the bond of air. “Not anymore. I want you all as my husbands.” She cupped my jaw as if she feared I might keel over from a heart attack. “Before you get taken from me.”

“Fuck, no!” I almost crushed her face from wanting to stop her tears. “The cops are cooked. They won’t come for us.”

“You don’t know that. The others are nervous.” When I lifted her, she lost her war with her tears. Desperate to make her stop, I snuggled her into my chest.

“Nurse A, I’m gonna cause an earthquake,” I growled into her ear.

She sob-laughed. “Take all the police with you. Take them all. Colton, too.”

“No one’s sentencing any of my men or yours,” I growled so harshly that her bond responded with assent. “I’d burn the world down if they tried.

War drums commenced in my chest and head. Warnings picking up tempo and speed. An army approached, small but with reserves. One that refused to back down.

“Fuck.” I stroked Aaliyah’s hair and climbed to my feet with her in my arms, carrying her to the window.

Gravel crunched as four fucking police vehicles rolled into the club’s driveway. Eight officers emerged and marched to our front door.

Ice shards pricked my organs, giving me the sinking feeling they were here for Zethan. Maybe all of us.

“I’ve got to handle this, sugar,” I told her, despite her fingers tightening on my cut.

“Kiss me.” She claimed my mouth so desperately and I feared this might be our last embrace, the last time we were together, another mate lost.

My men called for me as the cops barreled inside.

“I’ll be back, sugar.”

“No, you won’t.” She teared up again, and I had to hold my fury inside and not rage to dry them.

My chest cleaved in two as I left her in my office, meeting the officers waiting at the door. “Back again, fellas?” I goaded them. “What this time? Looking for some biker daddies?”

The cop in charge snapped his shoulders back.

“Bones, here, loves sugar babies.” I threw my arm around Bones, and he blew them a kiss.

They didn’t take the bait and bite, announcing instead, “We’re here for Mr. Stone.”

My gut sank like a stone in water.

CHAPTER37

Alaric

Tension was at an all-time high.Slade looked about to explode at the emergency church meeting he summoned. One source of ignition and we were all dead, charred bones unidentifiable to even the police.

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