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It’s my wedding night.But instead of spending the night with my new wife, I am here, with ten gallons of gasoline and a Molotov cocktail.

And three dead Psychos in the parking lot.

They were a security patrol who got in our way.

When I think about the dead eyes of the college girls, nothing is going to stop me from ending this tonight.

Thanks to Bram’s intel on the Psychos, we know this is their warehouse and inside is more than a thousand kilos of synthetic phantasia due to ship out tomorrow.

Lars and I don’t make a sound as we move through the darkness, pouring gasoline around the outside of the building.

If we had more time I wouldn’t be here.

I’d be back at the clubhouse spending the night worshipping Belle’s body with every inch of mine.

Fuck, just thinking about walking away from her tonight makes me ache. But this has to happen tonight. Because if the drugs inside make it out of here then more people will die.

Our gas cans empty, I light the Molotov and look up at one of the security cameras. I give it a real good look at my middle finger, hoping someone is watching.

I’m not worried about them trying to stop us. We’ll be long gone before they get here, and there will be nothing left but a smoldering pile of nothing when they do.

I slam the Molotov cocktail to the floor and blue flames spread a pathway toward the pools of gasoline shimmering at the base of the barn.

It’s like a fiery domino effect. Flames race around the outside of the barn and spread up the walls.

Lars and I look at each other over the skull bandanas around our faces.

We don’t talk.

But we nod.

It’s time to go.

We disappear into the woods. Our bikes are parked half a mile away in a secluded area where there is no danger of any Psychos finding them.

We ride to the bluff overlooking St Bon and watch the warehouse fully catch alight in the distance.

We watch all the fake phantasia turn to embers.

The flames lick high into the sky and the heat singes the night air.

We don’t leave until the roof collapses in on itself, and the warehouse is completely decimated.

CHAPTER 38

BELLE

He’s gone for hours,and I drift off to sleep.

But it’s a restless sleep. My dreams are fractured and nonsensical. And again I feel the sensation of falling, falling, falling…

I cry out and burst into wakefulness and it takes me a moment to realize Beast has me in his strong arms and I am trembling and crying.

Slowly my dream drains away, and all I am aware of is the strength of Beast and his body as he holds me. He runs his palm down my damp hair, gently soothing me.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs against my hair. I feel like crying because I was so afraid, but now I’m not, and I know it’s because I feel safe with him, like nothing can touch me when his arms are wrapped around me.

“You were having another nightmare.”

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