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“Louder,” he growls.

“I’m yours!” I cry out, writhing in his arms.

Axel roars as he comes, burying his face in my neck to muffle the sound. I open my mouth in a silent scream as my entire body pulses, tenses, stretches… and collapses in on itself while my orgasm ravishes me from the inside out.

I swear I feel Axel come again, shooting his cum deep inside me in forceful bursts.

I drag air into my lungs in short breaths, trembling in his arms as he keeps me pinned to the wall. I comb my fingers through his hair while he nuzzles into my shoulder.

“You were right,” I finally say once I’ve caught my breath.

“Oh?”

“I needed that.”

Axel grins and kisses me again, wrapping me in his arms. Standing under the warm water with the steam curling around us and the remnants of my orgasm slowly fading, I know for certain that I love this man. Now, I need to figure out a way to tell him.

CHAPTERELEVEN

AXEL

Once we cleaned up from our time in the shower, Gemma headed over to the clubhouse to hang out with Tessa, Sonya, and Sutton. I love that she’s become close with them. My woman hasn’t had many friends, and it warms me to know she now has friends and a family with the Savage Saints.

I told her I’d be right over after uploading the audio file to the thumb drive. Officer Jake agreed the recording was excellent and was enough to launch a full internal affairs investigation and take several cases to federal court.

Checking the progress bar, I nod when I see the estimated time is less than a minute. I throw on my Savage Saints cut and comb my fingers through my hair, which is as much of a morning routine as I’ve always had.

I grab the thumb drive after the file is complete, shoving it in my pocket as I head out the door. As soon as I step outside, I sense something is off. I scan the parking lot, but nothing is out of place. Still, I didn’t get this far without listening to that gut feeling I get when I know things are about to go to shit.

My first thought is about Gemma. Did something happen to her? Tessa was kidnapped by her father, the former sheriff of this town and Sonya was almost stolen from Blade by the police for blackmail. Traditionally, our women are badasses, but that doesn’t mean we like putting them in dangerous situations.

With that in mind, I startle out of my haze and focus on getting to the clubhouse to ensure Gemma is okay. What starts as a fast walk turns into an all-out sprint the more my brain comes up with worst-case scenarios.

Did the cops get her? Did they come back for retribution for the raid of their new meth hookup? Did her dad send someone after her?

My heart pounds against my ribcage, and panic courses through my veins. I pump my legs, pushing myself the last two hundred feet to the back door.

One minute, I’m running, and the next, I’m flat on my face in the gravel.

What the fuck? Did I trip?

And then a boot wedges in my side, and pain explodes across my torso. Rolling onto my back, I squint to see two officers leaning over me. Shit.

“We know you have something,” one of them says.

I recognize his voice from the recording, but there’s no way in hell he knows about that. Gemma didn’t even know about it until a few days ago.

I don’t say anything, opting to reel back and smash my head against the closest cop’s face. Blood pours from his nose and mouth, and he stumbles back, clutching his ugly mug.

“Fuckin’ degenerate,” the man spits out. “We know about the daughter. The one shacking up with you.”

“Where is she? What did you do to her? I swear to God–”

“God’s got nothing to do with this,” the second cop says. “It’s not her we’re after. Not yet, at least. Word on the street is the little goth freak has some recording equipment. It would be a shame if she picked up a certain conversation. Wouldn’t want to hurt her unnecessarily.”

I snarl at him, becoming more unhinged with each word from his mouth.

“We can avoid that, though, can’t we? Just give us the laptop, and no one gets hurt.”

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