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I wrap my arms around his neck, “Let me show you how grateful I am for you.”
And I kiss him, slowly moving down his neck, my fingers unbuckling his belt.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lucian
My entire body is loose and languid from what she’s just done to me.
Her dark hair is tousled from my fingers twisting in it, her lips red and puffy from using them fully around me. I glance at her sexy outfit, my flannel, and nothing else, with my jacket draped over her like a blanket.
“I’ve got to make some calls,” I say. “And don’t you dare get dressed.”
Her smile is like a promise that goes straight to my core.
I leave her with a kiss.
Shoving my phone, smokes, and lighter in my jeans pockets, I grab my gray wool sweater from my bag, pulling it on as I step onto the cabin’s back porch, the wind slicing across the moors like a blade.
Her oral sex skills have come a long way from that day she choked, trying to swallow, then ended up spitting all over me.
I grin at the memory,
I light a cigarette—my first since the one I had with Blaze—and let it burn between my fingers, trying not to keep thinking about how I could have lost her if I’d gotten here any later.
It was clear we’re going to need some help—backup: eyes, ears, and guns.
Men are stationed in the trees that line the edges of the moor, and they're the only thing keepingCaleb and his men at bay.
She left me behind, thinking I’d let her walk right into the arms of the man who tried to kill her sister. The rage is constant, simmering just beneath my skin, but it’s the fear underneath that makes my hands shake.
I’m going to need more than my brothers. I need someone who knows the Hoax and how these men work. The leader of the Kings mafia, a small but mighty force from a tiny island off the coast of Scotland.
Bayne. I met him years ago. When I was with my other gang, my first band of brothers. Where I met my best friend, Carlos, the leader.
The man who betrayed me.
All my men but Rafe died that day. Isobel, too, though she wasn’t supposed to be there.
Rafe and I had to hide out for a while after that.
We stayed at a safehouse. Red Shutters. A small stone cottage hidden on the land border of England and Scotland.
When things were clear, I got back to New York as fast as I could. Rafe and I lost touch after that. Bayne and I still check in every few years.
My phone’s already in my hand. I scroll past every contact until I find one I swore I’d never use again. When I joined Bachman’s, I told myself I’d never dip back into my past.
I also told myself I’d never let myself fall in love again.
So much for that.
Bayne.
The phone rings once.
Twice.
Then I hear the low rumble of a voice I haven’t heard in over a decade.
