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Boulder seems to sense it, shifting his angle to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars.

His hand slips between us, finding my clit again, and that's all it takes to send me over the edge, my whole body clenching around him as pleasure crashes through me.

He follows a moment later, his release hitting him with an intensity that has him cursing against my skin, his body shuddering above mine.

For several long moments, we stay joined, our hearts racing in tandem, our breathing gradually slowing.

When Boulder finally rolls to the side, he takes me with him, keeping me close against his chest.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I find myself drifting, content in a way I never thought possible.

"Stay with me," he murmurs against my hair, his voice heavy with approaching sleep. "Not just until Benji's gone. After. Stay here."

The request is so unexpected, so vulnerable, that tears prick at my eyes.

I press a kiss over his heart, feeling it beat steady and strong beneath my lips.

"I think we both know I’m not going anywhere," I promise, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.

As sleep claims us both, I realize something has shifted between us tonight.

The claiming that started as protection, as a temporary solution to keep me safe, has become something else entirely.

It’s something real—he’s turned into a man I’ve fallen head over heels for, but I’m not ready to tell him that. At least, not yet.

And for the first time in my life, that thought doesn't make me want to run.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Boulder

The intel from Sam was better than we ever expected.

Sprawled across the table in church are maps, photographs, and handwritten notes detailing Benji's movements since arriving in Chihuahua.

Sam has been gathering information even while nursing his own injuries, watching from a distance before approaching the clubhouse.

Smart, really smart.

"He's rented a warehouse here," Sam says, pointing to a spot on the map marked with a red X. "Using the name Warren Enterprises. Ironic, using Mom's name while hunting his own sister."

Amara studies the location, her eyes narrowing. "That's less than two miles from Andrés' territory. Coincidence?"

I shake my head. "After all this time in the life, I don't believe in coincidences."

Razor leans forward, tracing a route with his finger. "Benji's had contact with Sally Bernard on at least three occasions according to our surveillance. Each meeting in public places, never the same location twice."

"She's careful," Python adds. "Always has been. Makes sense she'd connect with someone hunting one of our own."

"Any sign of Craig?" I ask Sam, watching his reaction carefully.

Sam's expression darkens. "He's still with Benji, but something's off. He's been making calls when Benji's not around, staying behind during some of Benji's meetings. I couldn't get close enough to hear anything, but his body language was... tense."

The door to church opens and Brick enters, a grim set to his jaw. "Call just came in from Dante’s guy at the motel where the Warlows were staying. They've cleared out, left nothing behind."

"Fuck," I mutter, running a hand through my hair. "They're moving operations to the warehouse."

Amara nods, her decision made in an instant. "Twenty-four-hour surveillance on the warehouse, rotating shifts. Python, call my uncle. I want more cartel guys around. I want eyes on every entrance and exit, and I want those fuckers to know just how royally they fucked up. The cartel is in my fuckin’ blood, and I swear to God I’m going to rain hellfire down on them, and that stupid bitch they’re working with."

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