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“He's already on his way.”

Ghost looked over his shoulder at his brother. “When I find who did this, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

“Marshall and Davidson. I heard them say those names,” Sophia spoke up softly.

Something terrifying passed over Ghost’s face, and a shiver ran down my spine. Whatever he was planning to do to the men who attacked us, it was going to be bad.

Chapter 9

Ghost

Quietly I made my way up the stairs with Payton cradled against my chest, my heart still hammering like a goddamn piston.

When we pulled up in front of the loft and I saw the destruction to Sophia’s shop, my knees almost buckled. Moving on instinct, I jumped off my bike and took the steps three at a time to get to my girls, only to find the loft empty when I rushed inside. In that moment, fear like I’d never experienced completely consumed me and my thoughts raced down a dark path, but my brother calling out my name pulled me back.

I’d expected the worst, and what I’d walked in on wasn’t much better.

The shop had been trashed and my woman was sitting on the floor, her face already turning marbled from someone’s fist.

“You’re both safe,” I whispered to my sleeping daughter. Her little fingers twitched in her sleep, grip loosening on the stuffed rabbit she had clutched to her chest. Carefully, I eased her into the crib and gave her a kiss on her head.Thank fuck she was too small to ever remember what happened.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked, my eyes on Rae as I came back down the steps.

“Sore.”

That I believed.

When Doc instructed Rae to lay on her belly on the kitchen table while he stitched her up, I got a first-hand view of her black and blue body. He tried to be careful, but there was no getting around the pain. Every flinch tattooed her injuries in my memory, and I would get retribution. An eye for a fucking eye.

“Let’s get you up to bed, yeah?” Rae nodded.

As gently as possible, I scooped her into my arms, wincing when she whimpered from being jostled.

“Sorry.” I was barely keeping a handle on my rage, but it wasn’t the time. Rae needed me to keep my shit together and look after her.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.

It wasn’t. Nothing about her getting hurt because of me or the club would ever be okay, and the more I thought about it the angrier I became.

“Don’t do that shit again,” I growled, topping the steps.

“The hell, Ghost. We didn’t provoke them. We didn’t go looking for trouble—I didn’t go looking for trouble.”

“Fuck.” I sighed. I was taking my frustrations out on the wrong person. “I know you didn’t.” I wasn’t used to feeling helpless.

I nudged the bedroom door closed, hit the lights, then carefully set Rae on her feet. Her eyes were on me as I tossed the covers back then moved aside for her to climb in.

“Climb in,” I demanded softly.

She approached slowly; her eyes trained on mine as her fingers went to the button on her jeans. Pop. Pop. Pop. In a practiced move, she shoved both denim and lace to the floor and delicately stepped out of them. My dick perked up, wondering what the hell she was playing at.

“Ba—” She placed a finger to my lips and my mouth snapped shut. Satisfied I wouldn’t speak, she shucked off her top. My eyes dropped to her breasts and then lower to the heaven between her legs. Goddamn, even black and blue she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

My arm went around her waist when she stepped closer and placed her soft hands on the sides of my neck. “I need you.”

“You have me, Rae. Fuck me, you have me.” I dropped my head and softly took her mouth, my tongue sweeping inside when she opened to let me in. Rae’s hands went to my tee and shoved the fabric up my chest. I leaned back, hunched my shoulders, and pulled it off. With expert hands, she made quick work of stripping away the remainder of my clothes.

I wrapped my hand around my length and stroked. “Are you sure?” I was amped up and ready to go.

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