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It’d looked like she was merely holding his shoulder and arm while she talked to him, but she’d had her werewolf-strong fingers dug into his suprascapular nerve and median nerve, and I’d seen grown men cry from having just one of them manipulated. Odds are, it would take him a minute or two before he had full use of his right arm.

At the end of the night, I collected my girl and climbed with her into the back of one of the club’s SUVs. It meant she didn’t ride in the limo back to the clubhouse with the other women, but I wanted her by my side, and she didn’t argue.

Chapter 44

Dozer

Two days before, Brain had found out her family absolutely knew where she was. Tonight, he’d discovered they had some legal proceedings ready to move forward, and they were sending someone to get her.

Their psychiatrist couldn’t declare her legally incompetent until he’d actually seen her, and we were going to get a jump on that by having our psychiatrist see her first. Doctor Woods would see her at eleven o’clock tomorrow. I was unclear on exactly how he was tied in with the hierarchy, other than the knowledge he’s a pack wolf, he and Cassie frequently work together, and he knows Kirsten. Also, he’s in a poly group with the pilot the MC hires to take us en masse to watch Matty race at the places too far for us to justify riding to. Vegas is a long-damned ride on a bike, but a fun party in a private plane.

Until we could be legally married, I’d have her somewhere unknown to LEO and her family, and that meant we were staying in a vacation rental on top of the ridge, minutes from the compound. Her makeup was already there, along with some clothes. Brain told me the people sent to retrieve her were on a plane destined to land at the Chattanooga airport in about two hours.

So, they’d close and lock the gates into the compound tomorrow, and put a heavier than normal presence on the restaurant. The whore hotel, gun shop, and bike shop wereclosed on Sunday. We had a few afternoon classes at the martial arts facility, and we’d up the security for those, but I didn’t figure her family’s people would bother us there. The public parts of the laundromats were open, but the staffed portions would not be.

I figured they’d start at the restaurant, but the question was whether they’d go to law enforcement if they didn’t get anywhere. We’ve survived warrants before, so if they found a way to convince LEO to search any of our places for her, we’d be fine.

Just in case, my brothers with construction experience were disassembling the cell in my basement and would be finished before morning, so law enforcement would find a room in the process of being renovated, complete with sawhorses, tools, and cans of paint, waiting to go up once the room was finished. Sure, they’d find bondage stuff, butt plugs, dildos, nipple clamps, and assorted other kink tools, but nothing to say it wasn’t consensual BDSM. I’d bought too much of that stuff online to hide it. They’d know I bought it, so I should have it where they can find it, or it’d look suspicious.

The question, which I’d ask Daisy soon enough, was whether she wassureshe wanted to marry me.

Plan A was for us to get married sooner rather than later. Plan B was for Daisy to march herself into the police services center with a psychiatrist and a lawyer, and announce she was living her own life, apart from her parents, she was nineteen years old, and convince the brass that it was in their best interest not to help her parents abscond with her back to New York.

Either way put me at risk if she suddenly decided I was a bad guy, which meant I’d had to call Marco in to go through her head and tell me the odds of that happening. He’d been present at The Diamond Club, to make sure everything went smoothly, and he’d said he’d go through her head while she was there.

He’d texted me a thumbs-up, but he’d also promised a visit later, so maybe there was something else I needed to know? For now, I was holding onto the thumbs-up.

“Where are we going?” Daisy asked while I fastened her seatbelt.

“Just up on the ridge. I’m told the views are awesome. We’ll be there before you know it.”

“I danced!”

“I know, and you’re quite good at it.”

Drunk Daisy isn’t actually as fun as sober Daisy, it turns out. She might be once I had her alone and naked, but in a car, not so much.

Knife made a circuitous route to be sure we weren’t followed, and finally dropped us off. He drove away as soon as we were out of the vehicle, but a prospect close to being voted in was sitting in a van in the driveway, keeping an eye out. If we needed to get away quickly, we could.

I got my little flower in the house, to the bedroom, stripped her naked, fucked her to sleep, and then went to the kitchen to make sure I had what I’d need when she awakened. I’d sent the prospect to the store with a list, but it’s always good to be certain. Sure enough, there was plenty of eggs, bacon, steak, aspirin, coffee, milk, bread, some gel ice packs, and massage oil. I fixed a couple of steaks and some bacon for me, double-checked the suitcase to make sure it had everything I’d asked for, and then I fell into bed with my Daisy.

And for the first time ever, I didn’t lock her to the bed.

Chapter 45

Daisy

I was wearing clothes while alone with Master, and it felt wrong, but I understood his explanation. While we were in this room at this house, I was Marguerite Chanel-Hearst, an autonomous human who had not signed a five-year indentured servitude contract. I was to make decisions for the person I’d be when those five years were up, and not for the person I would be during the next four or so years.

But while the reasoning might be different for free-Daisy, she agreed with slave-Daisy: We wanted to marry the man who’d claimed our heart. Whether I thought of him as Dozer or Master, I wanted to be his wife more than anything else on the planet.

But Master… no. NotMaster. I had to think of him asDozerin this room, and Dozer wanted me to not only make a decision, but explain the decision to him.

“Slave-Daisy doesn’t like to make decisions, and she’s relieved when Master makes them for her. She’s afraid of life without Master. Free-Daisy made a mess of everything, and she wants to make her own decisions, but she acknowledges that Dozer has done a better job of figuring out what she wants and creating a plan to make those things happen. Free-Daisy hopes Dozer will find a balance between helping her not fuck her life up while making decisions at some point during the next five years, but she also kind of hopes Dozer doesn’t stop fucking her everychance he gets, because both slave-Daisy and free-Daisy would miss that horribly.”

I took a breath. “Both slave-Daisy and free-Daisy are madly in love with you. Both want to be your wife, even if that means being your slave-wife for the next five years.”

“And if it means being my slave-wife for good? I mean, sure, you’ll eventually be able to come and go by yourself, but only with permission when it isn’t for work. I figure I’ll be a benevolent dictator most of the time, but you have to know it won’t be pleasant when you misbehave, or when you fail to follow a directive in exactly the way I order it.” He shrugged. “Or when I just want to hurt you for the hell of it, because I can. Because you’remine, and that proves it beyond a motherfuckin’ doubt.”

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