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Chapter 40

MARCUS

The news of Captain Baizen's disappearance made headlines every night on the 8 o'clock news for four days straight. When the news of his own crimes came to light, it made national news, morning, noon, and night. Everyone in the country is talking about what a sick, sadistic fuck he was.

If you would have asked me a few months ago if I was capable of killing a man, I would have said no. Yeah, I had hurt people before, broken bones, made them bleed, but I always stopped before I crossed that line. Now, I pray I get to do it again. Every time I hear Baizen's name on the news, I feel a mixture of glee and pride flood my veins. Taking out our enemies gives me a high I never knew I needed, and never thought I would crave. I already can't wait for my next fix.

I think about Greg Donovan every day, it used to be Elliot and what he did to my father that plagued my mind, but that's nothing compared to the rage I feel towards his son.

Elle has us training daily, from basic hacking skills, to fighting, to weapons. All of which. I now know she started at fourteen, thanks to Zack. He gave her back what they tried to take from her. It made her come back stronger than ever. Elle leaving broke my heart but knowing what she went through, what she did while she was gone. Well, in a way, I am glad she left.

We pretty much spend our days going to school, coming home, playing with Cassie, family dinner, bedtime stories, and then training. Asher hasn't been around much, he is trying to stay close to Elliot in case, he hears any plans in regard to the party. Logan had to head back to college, but is coming home for the party, so we have a little more back up.

After training is the best part of my day, taking a worked up and sweaty Ells to bed is fucking cathartic. We fuck in the shower, on the floor, against the wall, even in her walk-in closet. I can't keep my hands off her, the fact that she feels the same after what she went through, is something that will astound me until the day I die. The girl is a fucking walking miracle, and she is all mine.

The party is tomorrow and even though we have everything ready, have run through countless things that could happen, and have more weapons than I would have thought possible, Elle is still worried. She denies it, but I have known her too long for her to try and hide it from me.

We came to bed over an hour ago and she is still restless and nowhere near sleep. I get up from the bed and head into her closet and when I return, she is sitting up in the bed watching me. I throw one of my hoodies at her as I pull on my own before holding my hand out to her. She takes it wordlessly and doesn't speak as I lead her out of her room and down the stairs. I don't stop until I get to the doors that lead out to the patio and then I enter the code to let us out, closing the door behind us.

I walk past the outdoor pool, tugging her along by her hand, and stop when I reach the big oak tree in between the pool and the guest house. I slump down against it and pull her until she is in my lap. From where I have positioned us, we can't be seen from the main house or the guest house and we have a perfect view of the stars.

She is still tense, so I lean forward and whisper into her ear, "Make a wish, baby."

She sighs, "I wish I could give you another life."

"Why?"

"So, my darkness didn't leave you so shaded," she admits into the night. I can't bear the pained tone of her voice. I grip her by the hips and spin her in my lap until she is straddling me, nose to nose.

"Ells," I start, and a tear slips from her eyes. The look on her face, the most vulnerable I have ever seen. I swipe the tear with my thumb, "Another life would not be this life. Another life would not have Zack, Helen, Arthur, or Cassie. In another life, I wouldn't have my brothers, they wouldn't have you. I wouldn't trade this life for anything. I would sacrifice everything to take away the shit that happened to you, but how could I wish that when it brought you so much good? I've told you before and I will tell you again. You and I are inevitable. In this life, in another life, in every fucking life. You are mine, forever."

She opens her mouth to speak as more tears caress her cheeks, but I won't allow her words of self-doubt. I grab the back of her neck, the place that fits my hand so fucking perfectly and drag her mouth to mine. As always it feels like fucking home. She is everything, my home, my love, my life. Her tongue dances with mine in an erotic battle of devotion.

She pulls back breathless, her eyes still glistening with emotion, "I'm scared."

"Me too," I admit, knowing I don't need to put on a tough guy façade with her, "But that's okay, we can be scared together," I add, and she nods, taking a deep breath.

"I need to feel something other than this despair; I don't want to worry about tomorrow," she brings her mouth back to mine and kisses me like she needs me to breathe. She molds herself to me so fully that we might as well be one person.

We are like fire and water. Apart we both cause chaos but mix us together and you create the perfect balance.

Her kiss turns reckless, messy, as her hands explore my body until she reaches my sweats. She fumbles with the waistband until I lift up so she can move them. At the same time, I bunch the hoodie around her hips and when she comes back down against me, I rip her panties to the side. I groan when I feel her dripping onto my fingers.

"Always so fucking ready," I growl as I drag my fingers through her lips until I can coat my cock in her juices. I line up to her entrance and she impales herself on me and we both groan. She isn't shy as she takes what she needs and rises and falls onto me, fucking me the only way she can.

This isn't about love, it's about pure carnal need and release. We don't have time for soft touches and gentle caresses. I grip her hip so tight I know it will bruise and use my other hand to thumb her clit until she starts to shake, her pussy gripping my cock.

"Fuck, River," she gasps. "Don't stop, I'm gonna come," she moans, and I pick up my pace.

"I'm not fucking stopping until your come is dripping down my cock, Ells. Until I can feel your cream fucking covering me," I growl at her, thrusting into her wildly, taking over our movements.

My words push her over the edge. I flick my thumb harder and faster as I feel her clench around me. She comes with a loud groan and I can't hold back when her fingertips dig into my neck as she rides out her release. I come with a grunt.

Her head falls to my shoulder as we attempt to catch our breath when she whispers, "I don't think I will ever get used to this feeling."

I smile and kiss her hair, "Me either, baby."

She pulls back and gives me a shy smile which I find adorable and ridiculous at the same time, considering my cock is still inside her and my come is leaking down her thighs. "I think I'll be able to sleep now," she whispers.

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