Page 279 of Ignite

Life is pretty much back to normal.

I’m still in pain, but it’s nowhere near what it was. It’s livable.

I’ll be back in the cage in no time. But not yet.

Hallie would spank me so hard I’d pass out.

First, we just have to get rid of this thorn in my side, the one currently hiding out in London.

As we approach the slaughterhouse, Reggie plants his hand on my shoulder, and I stop.

“It’s good to have you back, Con.”

“Yeah. I’m back. But you’ll be seeing a lot less of me.”

“What? Why?” Rowan pipes up beside him.

Reggie rolls his eyes at him.

“Me and Hallie are buying a place outside Decadence. And…we’re having a baby.”

That even earns me an eyebrow raise from Reggie.

“Of course you don’t use protection,” he says flatly.

“Not with Hallie. No.”

“When’s the wedding?” Rowan asks.

That’s the thing that’s been chewing at the edges of my brain every damn day.

I want to be her husband.

I’m just waiting for the right moment to ask.

Or maybe I need my balls checked again.

“Soon. Hopefully.”

My phone pings.

Dec:You’re good. Come in.

I unlock the door to the slaughterhouse.

The twins follow close behind me.

Pushing the plastic flaps aside, I head for the back room, a smile stretching across my lips.

Chains hang from the ceiling, and dangling by their feet are Arthur Bowen’s men.

Every last one of them.

Except Ben.

His body was burnt in his club, but we made sure Arthur got a glossy photo of my knife work.

Wouldn’t want him to miss the craftsmanship.

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