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“Fine.” Ash laughed, holding his hands up. “Megan comes under our protection, but we need details on your home in case you need us in an emergency.”

I nodded and tightened my grip on Megan, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She was everything I wanted and more. All I needed to do was fulfil the happily ever after I promised her, and to do that, we both needed to survive.

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Chapter Thirteen

Megan

The next few weeks were chaos wrapped in anxiety. The guys were called away on a mission to Cuba, and Flynn took over the security at Xavier’s house. There were men at all the doors, constant patrols in the grounds, and too many guns for my sanity.

Every day fear gnawed deep into my stomach.

Every night I couldn’t sleep until I heard the sound of Jordan’s voice to reassure me that he was still alive. He would never tell me if he was injured because he knew that I would worry.

“What are you doing?” I asked Flynn.

We were both sitting in the conservatory after Cassandra had gone to lie down since the baby was due any day. Flynn’s brow was creased and he was muttering the odd word as he stabbed the screen of his phone with his right index finger.

He glanced up. “Trying to organise a race.”

Now he had my full attention, because I was bored and he was an enigma to investigate. “What type of race?”

He sighed and lowered his phone. “I don’t think I was supposed to mention it to you.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Why not?”

“Jay says you’d worry, and I quote: ‘If anyone upsets Megan, they’ll have my toe up their ass and my gun to their head.’”

That certainly sounded like Jordan. “Why would I be upset?”

“Because you don’t like Jay doing anything dangerous.”

“Something tells me that he didn’t go to Cuba on a social visit. Our last phone call he was going black for a few days in Columbia. None of that sounds remotely safe to me.”

Flynn laughed and stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Knowing Jay, there is nothing remotely legal about it, either.”

I nodded to his phone in an attempt to distract myself from the constant pressure in my chest every time I thought of Jordan. “So, what type of race?”

Flynn sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jay and I set up a racing team together—Midnight Riders. We used to train in rally cars a few years ago and it turned into a passion that we both share. Two years ago we officially went into IndyCar racing and caught the bug. We’ve been testing cars for the American circuits.” He eyeballed me. “Are you upset?”

I tucked my legs under me. “Nope. There are no guns involved in car racing.”

Flynn chuckled and shook his head. “One of our suppliers is being a dick. I wish Jordan and his legal know how was here right now. He normally ties these people in knots with legalities until they give up.”

“I know I’m not a criminal barrister like Jordan, but I do possess a law degree. Maybe I can help? It’ll give me something to do other than worry about Jordan rampaging across South America creating all sorts of enemies who will try and kill him.”

Flynn fixed me with that stare that he tended to use when he was being deadly serious. “I’ve known Jay a long time. There’s not much that can kill him and he’s more resilient than people give him credit for. The outside world sees an aristocrat with a tragic past. Anyone who knows him sees a deadly assassin who can kill you in a heartbeat with his bare hands. I trust him with my life, and that’s not something I say lightly, as I have serious trust issues.”

A shaky smile crossed my lips. “He isn’t the easiest person to love, but he’s the only man who has ever made it into my heart.”

“He’s complicated,” Flynn quipped.

“He is, but then all the greatest mysteries are.” I laughed and shook my head to clear it of the image of the man who was driving me crazy. “Show me your legal problem and let me see what I can do to help you.”

An hour later and there was paperwork spread over the table and I had a greater insight into Jordan’s world. He loved fast cars and danger, and what better way to combine those two things but to build the fastest car he could and test drive it on their own personal racing track. In my head, I could see him zooming around the track in one of those machines.

“Midnight Racers.” A smile touched my lips as my finger traced over the name on the side of the vehicle.

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