Page 148 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

A loud buzz jolts me awake.

On instinct, my arm tightens around Luna’s warm body sprawled on top of me, and I roll over to shield her. Then I realize it’s just my phone vibrating on the nightstand.

I reach for it, careful not to wake her, and instantly bite back a curse at the caller’s name.

Dante Vitelli. Nico’s brother and second in command.

What the fuck does this gangster want at three in the morning?

My thumb hovers over the disconnect button, but unease stops me.

If something’s wrong with Sophie or the twins . . .

“What?” I snap.

“Morning to you too, sunshine. Heard you’re pooping hearts these days.” His light tone tells me Sophie and her kids are fine.

“Dumber, if you don’t fuck off—”

“There’s a situation,” he interrupts, his voice hardening.

“Let me guess, you need my help?”

“Actually, this time, it’s your ass that needs saving. Lucky for you, we’ve come to do just that.”

“We?”

“Nico and I.”

Nico is back in Harmony?“I’ll take my chances in Hades,” I scoff, although alarm bells are starting to peal in the back of my head.

“Listen.” Dante’s tone loses all playfulness. “You’re the reason I haven’t slept in eighteen hours, and I’m cranky as hell. So unless you want bullets in your ass, you’ll haul it. Now.”

A wry smirk tugs at my lips despite my annoyance. If we had a weapon for every death threat between us, we’d outgun Russia. “Where?”

“Motel on Down Street. Room 3.”

“Classy. Dragging me out of bed for fleas.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it’s worth it. Twenty minutes, Quinn.” The line clicks dead.

I exhale, letting the tension drain before glancing down at Luna. For a moment, I drink her in—silky hair fanning across the pillow, her gorgeous face relaxed in sleep. Her lips, soft and pouty, call to me.

Carefully, I ease my arm out from under her and sit up. She stirs as the bed shifts under my weight.

“Cade?” she murmurs sleepily.

“Shh.” I press a kiss on her forehead. “Need to take care of something. Go back to sleep.”

Her eyes snap open. “Is everything okay?”

I force a reassuring smile, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

I dress quickly, strapping on my holster and checking my gun safety. As much as I can’t stand those brothers, I know they operate on a code of honor—which makes them unable to betray someone they consider as family.

Still, I’m not stupid enough to go unarmed.

When I glance back, Luna is sitting up. The sheet pools at her waist, her full breasts like beacons, while the silver piercings glint in the moonlight.

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