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He releases my nipple, and his hands on my hips tighten. He pivots his hips and fucks me even harder, no longer holding on to the control he had. He’s letting me have all of him.

My orgasm hits me like a tornado, sweeping through my body, and I cry out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my legs shake around his hips. I stare into his eyes, and all the love I feel for this man consumes me. I bite my lip to stop the words from coming out.

He grits his teeth, his eyes on me, and he pistons into me a few more times before burying himself deep, shoving his head into my neck and groaning long and hard.

I hold on to him, not ready for us to lose this connection.

I never want to lose him.

He’s mine and I’m his.

I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that he’s safe, just as he would for me.

CHAPTER21

HAYDEN

“Don’t we have that party tonight?” Hayes asks with a wry smile.

“Yes, and your point is?”

He simply shrugs. “Just thought you’d be at home getting ready and trying to sweet talk Adelina into coming with you.”

I sigh. It’s been a week since Addie and I reconnected, and she feels better about the scar and no longer sees it as ugly. Thank fuck. However, she’s wary of other people’s ignorant comments, and she’s afraid they’ll stare at her. Little does she know that anyone who tries to make her feel uncomfortable will be dealt with.

“If she doesn’t want to come, I’m hardly going to force her.” Every single one of my men knows what happened to Addie and what she’s going through. None of them would dare stare at her longer than what it takes to greet her, and if they do, they’ll feel the pain of it. I don’t tolerate anyone making my wife feel uncomfortable. Especially my men.

We’re currently in the changing room of The Cage. It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Many will be terrified that I’ve stepped foot back inside these doors, others will be thrilled, wanting to take me on. Either way, I’m fighting tonight and there’s someone specific that I’ll be against in the ring, and that someone is Craig Thomas. The son of Colin Thomas, the man who was paid off by Garrant Masters to set me up. The reason Jade was sent down. Craig always worked for the Masters. The fucker is currently trying to recruit people to the organization, something no one has yet taken him up on.

Everyone has heard about what happened, whether they saw the news or heard the stories. The Masters are persona non-grata. Hell, anyone in association with them will lose their lives, as we’ve already shown the world. It’s not just the Gallaghers who are wanting them dead, it’s also the Gallos. Not to mention every other family that married into ours. We’re a huge network of criminals, and we’d have their backs just as they have ours.

The Masters no longer have power in the city—hell, in the fucking country. They can continue to worm their way into the good graces of people but it’s not going to happen. Even those that owe markers aren’t willing to risk facing our wrath.

“How’s Annemarie?” I question. The past few months I’ve been tied up in Indiana and getting everything running smoothly, not to mention helping Elio get set up and keeping an eye on my wife’s mental health. I’ve barely been back in Chicago, and if I am, it’s to deal with business.

Hayes smiles widely. “She’s doing good. She’s happy we’re past the twelve-week mark, but we’re both cautious.”

“I would say you’ll relax once the baby’s born, but we both know that’s bullshit,” I quip, and he grins. “Have you told Ma yet?”

He shakes his head. “No, and she’s not going to know. Right now, it’s a guessing game. We’re waiting until she asks.”

I bite back a chuckle. “Granny Margret, yes. Ma, no. She’ll be afraid that Annemarie’s just put weight on.”

He laughs. “I know. That’s why I’ve asked her not to say a word. What about you and Ade? Do you want to have any?”

Yes. If I could get my wife pregnant right now, I’d do it without a second thought. “She’s just lost her sister, the child she helped raise. You think it’s a good time?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. You never know. You should talk to her.”

“Maybe. We’ll see,” I reply non-committedly. Right now, my main focus is getting her the fuck out of the house, something she’s still not done yet.

A cheer goes up in the crowd, and I turn to my brother and grin. It’s showtime.

“Show them what the fuck you’re made of, Hay,” he says as he grips my shoulder. “Although, maybe try not to kill someone this time.”

“I didn’t kill anyone last time.”

He shrugs. “You beat him until he was unable to communicate. He’s wheelchair bound and doesn’t even speak.”

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