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Blood sprays everywhere, but I don’t care.

It’s just a pity I didn’t get to watch him die slowly.

I walk over to Knives and Pyre. Knives is just as blood-soaked as I am.

Pyre looks at us with agony in his eyes. “Why did this happen?” he asks between sobs. “We were just… having drinks.”

Knives gives me a look, then awkwardly rubs his beard. “Sorry, Pyre. Your boss… He stole from us. If you don’t want this kind of life, you should listen to Nevaeh.”

I nod, taking a deep breath to try to force the tension from my body. “Nevaeh’s a good woman. You’re lucky to have her. And she really cares about you.”

Pyre sobs and looks at the blazing barn. “I just wanted a crew to ride with.”

The last thing I want is to have to try to console another fucking drunk. I sigh. “Yeah, well…” I glance at Knives. “There are other crews. Better crews, ones that don’t steal from the fucking mafia and expect nothing to come of it.”

Knives stares at the destroyed motorcycles, breathing heavily. “We need to cull the fire and bury the bodies,” he says. “Or burn them, or dump them somewhere in the swamp.” He sets his weapons down. “Pyre, you don’t have to help. But if you do, we can give you a ride afterward.”

We’d give him a ride anyway, but the help will be welcome.

Pyre nods, wiping away tears and snot from his face. “Nevaeh’s gonna be so pissed about my bike.”

I snort. “She’s gonna be pissed about a lot more than that, my friend,” I tell him. I clap him on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get to it.”

Never let it be said that I shy away from doing the dirty work.

EIGHTEEN

KNIVES

“Christ, I’m wiped,” Maddox says as I close the door to our rented room behind us.

I’m tired too, but the adrenaline of the violence hasn’t left my system yet, not even after taking care of bodies and listening to Pyre moan and whine about how his life is ruined.

We’re filthy, too, and I know we should hop in the shower but I can’t get myself to care about that.

There’s only one thing I want to do right now.

Maddox takes a step toward the bed. I grab the collar of his shirt and yank him backward.

He yelps and glares at me. “Knives, what the fuck?”

I growl and slam him against the wall, boxing him in place. “Do you know how hot you were, staring down Boar and his men?”

A full-body shudder runs through Maddox, and his eyes go dark with desire, with need, as I pin him in place. “Not as hot as you were,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I was this horny.”

I don’t tell him about how my heart had frozen when I’d seen him get caught. I don’t mention that for one small, fraction of a second, I’d almost stormed in without a plan because I couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt.

It’s hypocritical, considering how much I want to hurt him now.

I drive my thigh between his legs and pull sharply on his hair to force his head up. He gasps in pain, and I use that opportunity to kiss him brutally, not giving him time to adjust before I’ve got my tongue in his mouth.

You’re fucking mine, I think.

He doesn’t seem to mind the implication. He yields so beautifully to me—always has, but it seems more important now, more immediate.

I fuck his mouth with my tongue, and he moans so loudly I’m sure everyone in the B&B can hear it.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I say, nipping at his lip. “You don’t get a choice in this. I’m going to pound your hole so hard it’s going to hurt worse than that bullet wound.”

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