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It was love. Raw, real, and deep.

She came again, body jerking against the restraints, a cry tearing from her throat. I followed right after, couldn’t help it. I buried myself in her as I came hard, filling her with my seed.

I collapsed over her, my arms shaking as they braced around her for support. The last thing in the world I needed to do was crush her. No, I needed to be careful with her delicate body. My breathing was rough as I struggled to catch my breath.

Slowly, I reached up and untied her wrists, kissing the inside of each one before freeing them. She dropped her arms around my back, fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me close.

I rolled us onto our sides, keeping her against me. One leg tangled with hers. My arm under her head.

“You okay?” I asked, more worried than I thought I’d be.

She kissed the center of my chest. “Better than okay.”

“I didn’t want to go too far, did I?”

“You didn’t.” She looked up at me, open and unguarded in a way that made my chest ache. “You were perfect, just what I needed.”

I held her tighter. “I’m not perfect. But I swear to God, Riley, I’ll always be safe for you.”

“That’s not something I’m used to hearing.”

“Then get used to it.”

She smiled into my skin, and I let myself breathe her in.

We didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Didn’t know how many fights we’d have to win, how much blood we’d have to wash off our hands.

But right now, I had her wrapped in my arms, her skin still warm from how I loved her. Nothing in this world could take her from me

Chapter 22

Riley

We’d been at the underground shelter for coming up on eight days, and I was going stir crazy. Spending quality time with Havoc had been like a dream come true. Although Mace and Alicia had left after the first day, other brothers and prospects had been cycling through on a regular basis. They were all nice, respectful, trustworthy men. And I appreciated them volunteering their time to protect me, particularly when Havoc had to go out on club business, like he did today, for instance.

I watched as Havoc pulled on his leather cut. His expression was grim and determined. Right now, he was all business. He glanced once more at the screen of his phone, reading the encrypted message from Hacker out loud for me to hear. “The IT guy slipped our net. I located a secondary server location, and we think he’s using it as a hideout. We have to move immediately or risk him slipping away yet again.”

“It sounds like it’s now-or-never time,” I told him encouragingly.

Havoc sighed and tucked the phone away in one of the inside pockets of his cut. “Yeah, I’m eager to move on Hacker’s intel, ‘cause we’re all tired of chasing this fucker. He’s been a gigantic pain in the ass."

I sat perched on the edge of a worn leather couch watching him ready himself for battle. He stuck guns all over his body and hid a small one in his boot. He also put a bulletproof vest on under his shirt. This whole situation made me extremely uncomfortable.

Two of the prospects hovered around the entrance, trying to look tough. Havoc jerked his chin at them.

“I’m going, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. It might be late tonight or even tomorrow. You two are to stay put until I get back or Storm sends relief. Got it?”

They both said, “Yes, sir.”

“Keep the doors locked. No one comes in or leaves without my direct approval.”

I frowned, reminding Havoc, “I have that appointment with Misty today at three PM. I’ve already rescheduled it once. She has OCD, and I can’t do it again without risking her progress.”

He nodded but had a stubborn expression on his face. “Helping her with her OCD is not worth risking your life for right now.”

My expression hardened. “It’s my life. I’ll be the judge of how important it is. Besides, you promised to escort me to the session, so I already verified with her that I was coming.”

“I don’t even like a little risk where you’re concerned.”

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