Page 26 of Jace

I nod, swallowing the fear, and finish bandaging his shoulder, my fingers lingering on his skin. He’s all strength and scars, a warrior who’s fought for his club, but now he’s fighting for me, and it’s humbling, overwhelming.

I lean in, kissing him softly, and he responds with a low groan, his hand sliding to my neck, guiding me closer.

“You’re too good for me,” Jace murmurs against my lips, his voice raw. “But I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” I whisper, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

We’re interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, and I stiffen, my heart lurching.

Jace’s hand tightens on me, protective, as he stands, pulling on his shirt with a grimace.

“Stay here,” he says, his voice hard, but I’m done hiding. I follow him, ignoring his frown, and he opens the door to reveal Tank, his massive frame filling the doorway, his face grim.

“Trouble,” Tank says, holding up a folded paper. “Found this taped to the clubhouse door.”

Jace takes it, his jaw clenching as he reads. He hands it to me, and my stomach drops.

Last chance, Wolf. Hand over your boy, or we burn it all down.

The Vipers’ threat is clear, personal, and it’s like ice in my veins. They’re not just targeting Jace anymore—they’re coming for me.

“Motherfuckers,” Jace growls, crumpling the note. “They’re desperate. That piece of shit Crow. I should have killed him there and then. We end this now.”

Tank nods, glancing at me with a mix of respect and doubt.

“You sure he’s worth this, brother?” Tank asks, his voice low, not cruel but blunt. “No offence, but he’s not one of us. This war’s getting hot, and he’s a liability.”

I feel the words like a slap, but they spark something in me—anger, defiance, the same fire that got me to the clubhouse last night.

Before Jace can respond, I step forward, my chin high.

“I’m not a liability,” I say, my voice steady despite the fear. “I’m with Jace, and I’m not running.”

Tank blinks, surprised, and Jace’s hand settles on my back, warm and proud.

“He’s my boy,” Jace says, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And he’s tougher than half the men in the clubhouse. You got a problem, you take it up with me.”

Tank raises his hands, a grudging smile tugging at his lips.

“Fair enough,” Tank says. “Just saying, he’s in deep now.” He looks at me, his eyes softer. “You got balls,teach. Respect.”

Tank leaves, and Jace shuts the door, turning to me with a look that’s equal parts awe and heat.

“You’re something else, boy,” he says, pulling me close, his hands on my hips. “Standing up to Tank like that? That’s fucking fearless.”

I laugh, a little on the nervous side. My hands grip onto Jace’s body, being careful to avoid his shoulder.

“I’m not fearless,” I admit. “I’m terrified. But I’m done letting fear win. I love you, and I’m in this with you, Daddy. All the way.”

Jace’s eyes darken, and he kisses me, deep and possessive, his hands roaming my back, pulling me flush against him.

“My boy,” he growls, his voice a low rumble, and I feel it—the shift, the moment I fully give myself to him, to us.

Jace lifts me, carrying me to the bedroom, and I’m clinging to him, my heart racing with need and love.

We fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heat, his kisses fierce, guiding me, his Daddy Dom control in every touch.

I giggle in delight as Jace hooks my legs up toward my shoulders and a squirt of lube later is guiding his dick deep inside me.

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