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"Hell yeah princess! Hit him again."

My head whipped to the side as my vision blurred. I turned back to watch Jack but found some other ugly bitch in my face. I sneered at him. I was fine with him hitting me as long as he didn't get in my fucking way. I wanted to watch Jack. The man blocking my view cocked his fist back and I dropped low. He saw it coming as he lifted his knee. I let him ram it into my abdomen as I hooked my arms around his leg and twisted. We crashed to the ground together.

I was up and on top of him in seconds. I didn't have time to waste on him; every second I spent looking down at him I wasn't watching Jack beat the living shit out of this guy. Fuck that. I wanted to watch my princess get messy.

I jabbed the guy in the throat and he instantly went into a wheezing, coughing fit. He attempted to throw me off but I wasn't budging as I grabbed the knife from my back pocket. At some point, I'd run out of bullets or maybe I lost my gun. I wasn't sure and I didn't care. No matter what I'd find a way to kill.

The knife carved out a hole in his neck. Blood splattered all over my face and I was forced to wipe it away as I sought out Jack again. They'd moved but he was still going toe to toe with the man. I got up the moment another figure ran at Jack.

I snatched the knife out of the man below me and threw it halfway across the room. It struck the man running in his left calf and brought him to his knees.

"Don't get in the way," I growled as I marched over to him. I didn't hesitate as I broke his neck.

My gaze met Jack's briefly. "You got this baby."

I could make out the slight smile on Jack's face as he doubled his efforts. The pipe scattered to the floor but Jack wasn't letting up. My heart pounded away. Everything in me said go rescue him but the tiny voice in the back of my head knew Jack needed to do this. He needed to show himself that he could be at the top.

The sound of footsteps headed our way and I groaned. What the hell were Ronan and Finn doing? There were more guys than the few that had come and snatched Jack from my arms. My blood boiled at the fucking memory. I took down two more men blinded by rage.

"I'm sick and tired of you bastards interrupting. I'm trying to watch my princess kick ass."

I came toe to toe with another bastard. He swung a crowbar, aiming for my head. Fucking bitch was trying to take me out. I knocked his feet from under him and slammed my body down on top of his. His foul-smelling breath hit me in the face. I punched him in retaliation. Once I started, I didn't stop even as his nose broke under my assault and his teeth cracked in half. He went still under me. I couldn't let up, not until he was dead.

"Son of a bitch." Jack's voice hit my ears and I whirled around just in time to see him take up a stance and shoot the man in the back of the head.

Now that's sexy.

I scrambled onto my feet. I moved instantly, unable to hold back any longer. I ran toward Jack. My body warmed as we crashed together. My arms wrapped around his waist melding our bodies together. I never wanted to be apart from him again. His brown eyes searched my face, his blood-covered fingers tentatively touched my cheek and around my eye. The pain was nothing more than an ache but under Jack's warm touch, it almost felt better.

"I was so scared."

"You could have fooled me, you were kicking ass," I said.

I was so fucking proud of him. Jack was soft and dainty with us but from what I just witnessed he wasn't like that with anyone else. My cheeks burned from smiling so much.

Jack shook his head. "Not for me, idiot."

My head tilted as I tried to figure it out. "Ronan and Finn are here." I turned my head to look for them but Jack stopped me, both his hands pressed against my cheek.

"I was scared you were dead." His brown eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Has anyone ever cried for me?My stomach knotted and the need to drop him and take a few steps back crawled up my skin. A shiver worked its way free and Jack wiped at his face.

"Sorry, you’re not good with emotions."

No, but I wanted to be for him. I'd never be Ronan or even Finn but Jack had made it clear he wanted me. I shut my brain off. It wasn't going to help me. Instead, I took Jack's lips into a slow kiss. I tried conveying everything through touch. It was the easiest way to explain that I was okay. I was happy that he was okay. That I never wanted to be without him. That I—.

I pulled back resting our foreheads together. "I love you, Jack." My heart pounded in my chest as his eyes widened. "It might not be the traditional way of love but I'd live for you and only you."

Killing for Jack was easy. I'd taken more lives than I could remember some days. There was no question if it came down to it and I needed to die for Jack I would without hesitation but I'd dedicate the rest of my existence to Jack. There would be nothing outside of the man I'd given my heart to.

"Daddy." The tears broke free carving a way through the dried blood on Jack's face.

I hated when people cried and yet all I could think was how enamored I was by Jack.

"I love you too," Jack said.

A weight lifted off my shoulders I hadn't noticed was there. I would have been fine if Jack hadn't said it back.

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