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“Pl-please, no.” My tears fall freely now, and I will them to come.

The soft sound of our son cooing has nausea rushing through me, and I snap my gaze toward him.

Oh Jesus, he was going to take Jaxon from me. The man I love was going to tear out my heart, my reason for living. He was willing to destroy our family for a piece of land.

For money.

Betrayal, hurt, and devastation ravish my crumbling heart. He lied. It was nothing more than a lie.

CHAPTERFORTY-TWO

REED

The voicesaround me drone out as my mind wanders to how beautiful Gia looked when I left her this morning.

Watching her feed Jax makes my chest fill with indescribable pride. My little man is the perfect blend of both of us, and I couldn’t be prouder. His little bow lips are just like his momma’s, and he’s delicate, his hair silky to touch and dark like both of ours. Gia is convinced he’s a mini me, and I smile each time she says it.

We’ve not had any sexual contact since Jax’s birth, and it’s killing me, but I’m determined to wait until Gia is healed. She’s made moves to suck my cock, and she’s literally offered her tit to me to suckle from, but I refuse to do any of that until I can put my cock where it belongs, in my woman. Only then will I take milk from her as her pleasure slides down my shaft.

“Reed, are you fucking listening? I said I need to go to LA!” Mase snipes out.

I glance around the boardroom table; all the guys are staring at me as if I’ve missed a vital part of the meeting, so I sit up straighter and drag a hand through my tousled hair. “Who? What?”

“Jesus.” Shaw chuckles and shakes his head. “Your head’s at home, isn’t it?”

“Wait until Jax starts cutting his teeth. Believe me, your head will be back at work pretty damn quick.” Owen inserts on a belly laugh.

“Back to me,” Mase snaps, which is completely unlike him. “My father died. I mean halle-fuckin’-lujah. But now I need to go to LA so they can read the will.”

“Okay,” I mumble, unsure as to why the fuck he’s so disgruntled about a man he hates passing away.

His jaw drops slack. “Okay? Okay? So, you’ll book us flights?”

I jolt. What the fuck did he just say, us?

“Absolutely fucking not,” I clip back, and face him head-on, and anger rears its ugly head.

He scoffs obnoxiously. “Reed, you’re my damn lawyer and I need you.”

I wave my hand toward him. “You’ll be fine.” Does he seriously think I have the time to fly to the other side of the country right now?

“Dude, he needs to make sure he isn’t getting screwed over,” Tate adds, and I want to kick the fucker in the balls. There’s no way he’d leave Ava and his baby; no fucking way, and I refuse to ask her to travel in her condition. Can newborns even travel? No. He’s going to have to suck it up.

I cross my arms over my chest. “No.”

He sits forward. “No?” His nostrils flare. “Seriously?”

“Your mother made sure your father couldn’t screw you over in her will. What could possibly go wrong?” I lift my shoulder.

Mase throws himself back in the chair and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Tate’s eyes light up, and he sits forward, the excitement in his eyes childlike. “Maybe you could look at properties while out there for us to expand.”

Mase’s head snaps toward Tate, and he glares daggers. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“You’re very angsty.” He grins back at him. “I thought you were getting serviced last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Mase’s cheeks color, and his chest rises. He looks like he’s about to explode. Then he pushes back on his chair and begins pacing the room like a caged animal.

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