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“I...” I stutter.

“You go back inside, and you get my Pres out of there, then I am taking you home to my bed,” he states, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before he walks off.

I lean against the wall for a moment, gathering my thoughts. What the hell had just happened? This isn’t me. I do not give in, and I do not falter when it comes to a man. Yet with him, I crumble. I keep crumbling.

“Fuck!” I hiss. Straightening myself, I bend down and pick up my phone. I hadn’t even realised I’d dropped it. Thankfully, it’s not damaged. I walk back towards the entrance, regaining my composure, hoping that no one can tell I’ve just been finger-fucked by a biker out the back.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HAP

If you had askedme this morning if I was about to declare Alina as mine, I would have said no fucking way, that it’s too damn soon. That was before she went and put on that fucking dress, with those god damn heels, and declared that she was going to get my brothers out of this shit-show. It had stirred something within me. I was unsure if this life was for her, and I was unsure whether she would feel comfortable, and then she went and did that for people she didn’t even know. I wanted to bend her over the truck and fuck her then and there. It’s not that I thought she wouldn’t be able to do it. I knew she was the type of woman to not back down. She always got what she wanted, especially in her job. She was strong, powerful, and successful at every fucking job she took on. I had gotten Cash to look into her, wanting to know more about the woman that was carrying my kid. I wanted to know what I was up against when I made her move in with me.

Then there were Beast’s words as he got in the truck. “If you don’t claim that woman, someone else will.” She had gotten them out and had even managed to get their charges dropped, and now she was staying in the damn reception area, refusing to leave Ghost’s side. She wasn’t giving the officers a damn inch asshe made sure she got her man. She was fucking pregnant too and had only been feeling better these last couple of days.

I knew I had to claim her. I wanted her, and I sure as shit didn’t want anyone else having her. Not that there were any other brothers to have her. I didn’t want anyone else touching her, and I didn’t want anyone else raising my fucking kid. So, I had decided that when she got Ghost out, I was going to take her home and claim every single part of her, but of course she went and fucked those plans up by sending me that text about her ex. Which was like waving a red flag to a bull. I damn well nearly crushed my phone in my hand, and after reading that, I wasn’t going to sit and wait. She needed to know she was mine.

After claiming her around the back of the building, feeling her come undone by my fingers had my dick stirring to life. I’d wanted to rip her panties off her and fuck her right then and there, but knew I couldn’t keep her there any longer. No, that would have to wait until later. Sitting in the truck, all I wanted was to see her and Ghost to come walking out of the building.

My cell vibrates, and I look down to see Cash’s name across the screen. I slide my thumb over it to answer. “Hey, brother.”

“Hey. Any news yet?” he asks.

“No, not yet. Alina is still in there, refusing to leave. She hopes that the pressure will make them release him early, but these fuckers will probably keep him as long as they fucking can. Shit, it’s already been what? Thirty fucking hours,” I sigh.

“Thirty-two,” Cash comments. I groan and rub my face. My back is aching and my eyes are burning from being so fucking tired. “Star ain’t slept. She’s been sat out on the porch all night wrapped in a blanket. She only came in to feed Enzo and kiss him good night. If he goes down, I don’t think she will fucking survive without him,” Cash murmurs.

I sigh. No, I don’t think she would either. The pair of them were each other’s lifeline. If I believed in fate, I would have saidthey were destined for each other. If Star didn’t have Enzo, then she would have already lost her shit by now.

“She will get him out,” I state firmly, believing it too.

“I’m just glad we had her, because with our lawyer not answering our fucking calls, they would have all been fucked,” Cash points out.

“I know. When Ghost gets out, he’s going to hunt that fucker down and tear him limb from fucking limb.” I smirk, thinking it will probably be good therapy for him once he’s out. “Any news on Eugene?” I ask.

“Actually, yeah. So it turns out Agent Pryor is a friend of a friend of Eugene’s. When the guys came back, Elsie recognised his name when they spoke about him. Turns out Agent Pryor is a gambling man, and he owed one of Eugene’s friends a lot of money. If he can make the charges stick, or in some way make the Black Hearts disappear, then his debt is wiped clear. If not, then I don’t expect him to last a week before this guy and his men hunt him down,” Cash explains.

I sit upright, the news waking me up. “Fucking cock sucker. Explains why he’s being so relentless in keeping Ghost in there,” I fume. “But how did he get a video?” I ask.

“He fucking made it!” Cash laughs. “He used an empty warehouse, made a cut like ours, and made sure it was filmed in the dark with dim lighting. The problem was the thick fucker didn’t remove the date or time. Meaning it’s worthless.” Cash laughed again.

“Mother fucker. How could he be so careless and fucking stupid?” I ask, a smile playing on my lips.

“Fuck knows. The man is desperate, but he obviously makes sense when his boss bit his hand off, thinking they had shit on us. Probably thought this would be the easiest takedown ever,” Cash adds.

“Then Alina came along and chewed them up and spat them out,” I mutter with a smirk.

Cash laughs. “They did not see her fucking coming. Man, we owe her big time,” he brags. “Text me when you are on your way home,” he adds.

“Will do. Catch you later,” I say before disconnecting, smiling to myself. Eugene may still be out there, but he had played his move, and it had backfired. Now that we had an idea of where he would be and who would be helping him, we could hunt him down and burn his mother fucking soul to the ground.

A tapat my window has me jolting awake. Fuck, I must have fallen asleep. I rub my eyes and look through the passenger window to see Ghost standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. I press the button to unlock the truck and jump out, pulling him into a tight hug and slapping him on the back.

“Fuck, Pres! It’s damn good to see you,” I say, unable to contain my relief.

He steps back and drapes his arm over Alina’s shoulders. “All thanks to this fucking wonderful woman. All charges dropped. Agent Pryor was being handed his ass by his superior when I was being released.” He grins, inhaling the fresh air. “Damn feels good,” he sighs. “Now take me home to my woman,” he states before hopping into the passenger seat.

I look at Alina. She’s smiling softly, but her eyes look tired. I step closer and cup her face in my hands, kissing her softly, my tongue just teasing her lightly. “Get in the back of the truck, baby,” I tell her softly across her lips.

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