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“Toxic,” Lock warned.

“What boss?” I asked, looking between them.

“Agent Hill,” Butcher said, sitting next to Isla on the couch and tossing his arm over her shoulders. “He’s not going to be pulling shit like he did with you again.”

“Lockout,” I said, glaring at him. “He could come after you.”

Lock snorted. “He’s going to be eating through a straw for a few weeks and not much else.”

I gaped at him. “Did you tell him who you were?”

“No. I just told him to make sure he doesn’t pull that kind of shit again.”

“Then he beat the shit out of him and we left,” Toxic added, looking pleased with himself even as Lock scowled at him.

Sighing, I squeezed my hand around Lock’s. “Thank you. For…everything.”

He muttered something I couldn’t hear, then he said, “No need to thank me for doing what I should do for my old lady.”

My eyes were starting to droop closed. But I had one more question. “How did the LoS even get into the clubhouse?”

“Snuck onto the property, used a ladder to crawl into an upstairs window,” Lock told me. His voice was so nice and soothing, lulling me closer to sleep. “Our guys were only seconds behind them. But they already had Gabby by the time they made it up the ladder and into the clubhouse. There wasn’t much they could do. They had a gun on her, so they couldn’t follow her down the stairs.” He cocked his head. “You know the rest.”

“Wasn’t their fault,” I mumbled.

“Naw, Cables, it wasn’t. It was dark and even with our guys crawling around the property all it took was a second for thosefuckers to get through. Rip’s putting up more cameras. More security, and Priest is using it as a learning lesson for the future. It won’t happen again.”

Lips pressed to my forehead. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here to watch over you.”

CHAPTER 41

Keely

Four months later

“Here’s that file,” Static told me, handing over a thick folder. The scowl I shot his way didn’t deter him at all.

“You’re pushing it,” I told him, but he just chuckled and left my office.

“What are you up to now, Cables?”

My scowl turned into a smile as Lockout stepped into my office. “Your MC brother over there is a menace,” I told him, dropping the folder on my desk and crossing my arms over my chest.

“Could have told you that,” he said, stepping in close and dropping a kiss on my lips. “What’d he do now?”

“He’s taking on more clients than we have time for.”

Lockout had surprised me with a gift. An office building, not too far away from the clubhouse, and a sign that read, Bradford & Henderson LLP. He promised that once we got married and my last name turned to Sharpe that he’d make a new sign and that my name would still go first.

I wasn’t sure who’d come up with the idea of Static and I starting our own law firm, but…I loved it. We were just now starting to accept clients, and with the way things were going, we were already going to need to start hiring some people to help out. I was deluding myself. Of course it was Lock’s suggestion. And they’d worked tirelessly to get everything ready while I’d been stuck on bedrest.

Static had run back and forth, making sure I liked the paint samples and tile, and a million other things, since it was difficult for me to leave bed for the first month after getting shot. Then I’d healed enough to go into our new space and help get things done. Under Lock’s watchful gaze, of course. He refused to let me overtire myself.

I fidgeted with the gorgeous diamond ring on my left finger. It was big enough that I would need to worry about swimming with it on. It might drag me down to the depths. But the day he’d proposed to me would live inside my mind forever.

He hadn’t done anything over the top. I wouldn’t have liked that anyway. He’d just waited until Static and the work crew left, pulled me into his body and told me that he loved me. That he never wanted to lose me. And that he wanted me to be his wife, officially. Then he’d given me my ring. It was everything I could have ever wanted for a proposal.Hewas everything I wanted.

Lockout took me into his arms and grinned down at me. “Want me to kick his ass?”

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