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“Let’s go.” Weaver motioned for Johnny’s group to follow. He strode into an empty room across the way. Folding his arms and facing them, he asked, “Okay. The highlights. Details later.”

Quickly, Johnny reminded the captain about the attempt against Gomez’s life, then explained his and Blade’s suspicions. Though they hadn’t shared their concerns about Trent with each other, they had been on the same page. He explained how they found Trent ready toinject something lethal into Gomez’s IV, the attempt to stop him, and Barron’s kick to the knee, which neutralized the threat.

“You’re free to go for now,” Weaver said. “Don’t leave town. I’ll have questions for y’all at the station.” He paused. “Gomez is a lucky man.”

“He sure is.” Putting his arm around Isolde’s shoulder Johnny led them down the hospital corridor to the elevators, with Barron keeping pace beside him.

“Will this stop the Wolves from coming after us?” Isolde asked.

“Not just yet, baby. The end of this feud rests on Rover’s and your father’s shoulders.”

Hours later, once the commotion subsided in the clubhouse and questions and comments about the incident in the hospital ended, Johnny and Isolde found refuge in his bedroom. Lying in bed, Johnny held Isolde closely in his arms as he reflected on recent events.

Life had been a severe whirlwind.

She sighed softly.

“What’s on your mind, baby?”

“I was thinking about us, my father, what you said earlier about the Wolves.”

“Tell me about us and your father first.”

She wiggled closer to his chest, as if that was possible. He was pretty sure there wasn’t an inch of space between them, exactly how he wanted it.

“Well, my father’s not going to come around anytime soon. He’s too stubborn. I know him. Where does that leave us?”

He kissed her fragrant hair. “Meaning?”

“Um…”

“Spit it out, baby.”

“I heard you mention marriage to him. Do we have to wait until he softens?”

Johnny smiled. “I see. Tell me. Should we wait, put our lives on hold until your father relents?”

She stiffened. “Nooo.”

“So let’s get married right away. There’s no point in waiting. Right?”

“Right.” Isolde squealed softly. “Sounds lovely. What about the Wolves?”

“We can talk about them tomorrow, when we get our permit and get the ball rolling. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Abruptly, Johnny flipped Isolde on her back, caging her between his arms.

“No. You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Open your mouth for me. I need to kiss you, taste you.”

Isolde ran her arms around his neck and smiled. “Yes, my mouth, my pussy, take all of me.” She anchored her legs around his waist, inviting his cock into her core. In a single move, Johnny thrust his erection into the slick depths of her sheath as his tongue probed her mouth.

This was his dream, his forbidden fantasy of long ago, no longer taboo. Isolde was all his, without reservation or doubt. As emotions throttled him in the midst of possession, his soul demanded he whisper, “I adore you. You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re mine,” she whispered back.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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