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Thankfully, I planned on breathing and took what he had written down to heart and promised on everything I am, not to fuck this up.

Because what I didn’t want was to have him experiment on me like he liked to do on other people.

He can tell you the right angle to use on someone’s body to flay them alive with a fucking butter knife. Don’t ask me how I know that. I’ve seen it. It still gives me the creeps.

Or the best way to hold a metal file and sever the brachial artery. And not just any metal file, but the ones that you find on a pair of fingernail clippers.

That night, after I laid her down in her bed, I covered her up, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then carefully and quietly headed out the door.

Then and only then did I pull out my phone and call Cam, our VP.

“Yo,” Cam answered on the third ring.

“Hey brother, I need to make it known that on September 25thevery year from here on out, I will be unreachable.”

I heard the smile in his tone, “Got you, brother, I’ll make it known. Got mad respect for you, brother.”

What I didn’t realize was that even in her sleep, she let it be known where she belonged.

With me.

Chapter 12

Savannah

The past three weeks have been something right out of a dream.

Once we made it home after watching the fight night, we talked the next day.

I told Zeke about Deck, and what Felicia told me about Luanne.

I told him about what Gaston told me.

He told me about other things that his dad did.

And I vowed that I would be committing murder if I ever had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting that man.

Also, that very day, Zeke got a text from Ginger that said she was headed out of town for some personal reasons and had no plans on ever coming back. Neither one of us would find out until a week later when Grimm showed up at the clubhouse and handed me a note, then he climbed back on his bike and left.

Good women don’t deserve to be disrespected. I’ll be watching.

Needless to say, Zeke had wrapped his arm around my side, pulled me in, kissed the top of my head, and… well… that was the start of how things began to change between the two of us.

It was a week later when he found out I was a graphic designer and edited books.

And while I was out with the girls one day, Zeke and a few of his brothers had taken one of his guest bedrooms and created an office for me.

The walls had been painted a blush pink. The desk, bookcase, and storage system were all white with gold hardware and pieces.

The molding was a pretty dove gray color.

I still remember the feeling when one of his large hands landed on my hip, his other in front of my eyes, as he whispered in my ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

And when I had seen what he had done for me, I had spun in his arms, and then pressed my body tightly to his, buried my face in his neck, and whispered, “Thank you.”

I hadn’t realized that I had tears streaming down my cheeks until he had placed his finger underneath my chin, lifted my head, and then he used his other hand to wipe the tears away.

And you know what they say, sometimes, it just happens.

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