Page 135 of Savage Promises

“Shane,” Griffin huffs out. “That’s my call.”

“Ijust killed Levin Berisha. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one, and I meanno oneever goes near my pregnant wife to retaliate.”

Connor and Griffin exchange looks before turning back to Shane. “Pregnant?”

I nod.

“Congratulations. That ups the stakes,” Connor says. “Trace, call their enforcer if they still have one and start a dialogue. Tonight.”

“Aye,” the lean, six-foot-five enforcer says, and with his brother Rhys at his side, they leave.

Shane turns to me. “What now, baby? I don’t want us to spend another night apart.”

I assume he knows I’m staying with Mara. But my head is spinning.

“I’m a little bereft of everything right now, Shane.” I sniff. “There’s not much I can give you.”

He runs a finger down my chest. “You have this. Your heart. Your love. That’s all I want.”

“But we’re divorced.”

“My lawyer didn’t file the papers. You’re still mine.” He threads his hands through my hair. “And you never cashed the settlement check.”

A broken laugh cuts from my chest, relief swamping me. “What do you want from me, Shane?

“How about telling me that you still love me.” He cups my chin.

I stare at him, my heart pounding. “I love you, Shane,” I whisper. “I’ve always loved you, too. I never loved anyone else.”

Shane growls, then crushes his lips to mine.

And this time, I don’t hold back.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Shane

“Shane,” Lennox huffs at me, adjusting the blindfold as I guide her forward. “If this is some weird gender reveal-slash-kidnapping situation, I swear to God—”

I chuckle, squeezing her hand. “It’s not. And for the record, I don’t want to know the sex of our baby. I want to be surprised.”

“Like you were a surprise?” She lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t care what the sex is?”

I stop walking and lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “It’s mine and yours. That’s all I care about.”

Her breath catches, and for a second, I just stand there, my hand resting over the tender curve of her belly. One month ago, I thought I lost her forever. Now, she’s carrying my child, and I get to spend the rest of my life proving I’ll never let her go again.

I press a kiss to the side of her head. “Now come on. Just a few more steps.”

I signal the guards to wait in the lobby. With Dorian recovering from a bullet to the shoulder, I’ve assigned BladeandJett to guard my wife.

I help her inside the elevator and hold on tight as it rises with a jolt. Lennox shifts beside me, probably trying to guess where the hell we are, but she doesn’t pull off the blindfold.

When the door slides open, I lead her inside, then reach up and gently lift the red satin fabric from around her eyes.

She blinks and spins around. Jaw dropped, she cries out, “Shane... What is this? Where are we?”

I’ve brought my wife to the center of the sprawling loft that I blackmailed from Farrell. For this exact purpose.This exact moment. Three thousand square feet of open space gleams with grayish-blue wooden floors and high ceilings. Rows of arched windows offer an incredible view of the East River. The golden summer sunset casts a soft glow over everything, making the space feel even more warm and welcoming.

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