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“Dunno. Cops streamed in on a mission. Rhys was telling me he’s had a shit-ton of problems with staffing and deliveries. Typical shit for a bar, but it seemed to be happening too much. Said it was giving him a complex and an ulcer.”

Standing, I wrapped my arms around Judge’s waist before he trashed the kitchen and got on Swedes’ shit list.

It worked, and he plastered my front to his side, his hands playing with my skirt.

Man loves a good skirt.

“Us getting jumped and Rye being raided is too big of a coincidence,” Hollywood said. “Why would it matter whether we were there or not?”

Raising his phone, Judge said, “That’s what I’m waiting to find out.”

OPHELIA

Two months later…

“You nervous?”

I looked up at Judge and smiled. “Nope.”

And it was the truth. After all we’d been through, what was one more thing?

I’d returned to Elder Oaks two months before, only to leave again a few weeks later. Permanently.

Surprisingly, Judge hadn’t been the one to suggest—or try to order—I quit. He hadn’t hidden how much he’d hated the time we spent apart, and he’d made it clear my income wasn’t needed, but he’d otherwise kept his mouth shut.

The choice to quit had been mine—and not because I didn’t want to spend time away from him while he traveled for work.

Well, not just that.

After all the fights and bike trips and drama and action, taking care of rich seniors who didn’t really need much was… unfulfilling.

Okay, fine, it was boring.

I needed more mayhem in my life.

And, to be honest, they needed me, too.

In the short time since I’d quit, I’d already handled a burn, a staple gun incident, a fall, and more than a few killer hangovers. Not to mention some fistfight injuries.

I’d also tagged along with Judge when he’d gone to help Glitch update the security system for some bigwig’s building in the city, traveled with him to New York City when he’d met with a new client, and even got to hang at Nox’s with Gus and their dog, Nolan, when the guys had been called away from our planned dinner.

It was far from dull.

Even with all that, I still had a lot of free time, so I spent it volunteering at clinics in the city.

Oh, and getting married.

I’d also done that.

According to Judge, he’d wanted to put his ring on my finger a few days after we’d met. But sensing I’d freak out—and try to pop off his nipples—he’d held off as long as he’d could.

In Judge time, it’d been ‘for-fuckin’-ever’.

For the rest of the world, it’d been a month and a half.

We’d gotten married a week after he’d asked with all our friends, the brothers, their families, and my parents in attendance.

It’d been… interesting.

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