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She hisses in pain and I wince.

“Sorry, baby, I need to see if it went through.” I pull my knife out of its sheath and cut through the thin material of her blouse, peeling the material from her blood-soaked skin.

“Did I hurt her, when I crashed through the house?” Logan nods to her face, a pained expression clear on his.

Before I can answer, my woman opens her eyes, looking at him with a soft smile on her lips even though she is in pain.

“You helped save us, Logan. When you crashed into the house, some bad things were going to happen to me and theother girls. Your timing was perfect.” She lets out a little giggle, making me smile but also frown at her.

“What’s funny, baby?”

Her gaze meets mine, and fuck me I see love staring back at me. This woman was kidnapped, slapped around, and then got shot and she still looks at me like I am her fucking air.

“I think Logan just got his road name,” she whispers.

“Baby, prospects do not get road names until they are patched in,” I inform her, making her frown.

“Well, I think after today, he deserves a patch and his road name should be ‘Crash’.” Her eyes close again, her head lulling against the seat.

She does have a point, Logan did good today; he used his head and what he knows to save Madalyn and the other girls. I glance at Logan, who seems stunned, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He’s still processing her words, the weight of her praise sinking in.

I laugh, gaining his attention.

“I just did what I had to do,” Logan mutters, a hint of humility in his voice.

I nod, acknowledging his modesty. “Yeah, but you did it damn well, kid. You showed guts and quick thinking, but it’s not only about today, man. You have done good with using your resources to find the cunts in there and the crew they were fucking with. Without you and your hacker friend, we could still be in the dark about a lot of things. That will go far with me and the club.”

He gives a small nod, accepting my words. This day will be a day to remember with how fucking crazy he was to crash into the house with a fucking Hummer.

As Madalyn's breathing steadies, I can't help but feel fucking grateful that she is okay. Today could have gone very differently, and it’s because of Logan it didn’t. Maybe ‘Crash’ is the perfectroad name for him after all. I smirk, keeping that in mind for when it gets brought up in church next.

“Do you think you can get us to the club in one piece, prospect?” He grins. nodding.

“Sure can, VP.”

I slap him on the shoulder, then climb in the back with my woman. Lifting her and sitting her on my lap, being careful of her wound, I hold her, trying to push down the thoughts of losing her today.

Logan drives off and I see my brothers walking toward their bikes as smoke starts to bellow out of the cracked windows and doors.

Savage winks at me, tucking his lighter back into his pocket. Fucker loves a good fire.

I hold Mads tighter to me, her hand gripping my cut in a death grip, like she is afraid to let go of me.

“I love you, Kohan Riggins.” Her voice is low but I heard it.

My heart skips a beat hearing her say she loves me. I feel it too; she is mine and will be for years to come. She belongs in my heart with my kids; they make me whole and want to be a better man.

Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I breathe her in. Even after all the shit she has gone through, her strawberry scent still hits my senses.

“I love you too, Madalyn Sanders. Fuck, I almost lost you today without telling you how I feel. So from today on we talk, we express what we are feeling, and we fuck like rabbits until I plant a baby inside of you.”

She sighs, and snuggles closer gingerly, not to hurt her arm any more.

“I am on board with that.”

“Thank fuck for that.” I sigh against her hair.

“I want to see the twins, Kohen,” she states quietly.

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