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She’s so wet that I push inside her with relative ease, her pussy fits around my cock like a glove. I hold myself above her, her legs wrapped around my waist, and allow myself to take in her beauty, For Emma naked and lost in the moment is even more beautiful than at any other time, especially now she’s in my bed and I’ve got her all to myself. I’m happy to share her with the guys, andalways will be, but I can’t say I’m mad about it just being us for a change.

I want to make this last as long as I can. I lean down to kiss her as I start to move slowly inside her. I take my time, not wanting to rush things, simply moving slowly so we can feelevery sensation. Alternating between kissing her on the neck, lips, and sucking her pert nipples.

“Oh god, Ty,” she moans biting her lip and looking at me.

Her eyes lock onto mine and I feel that same, deep connection that goes beyond words or even physicality. I lose all track of time as I continue to pleasure Emma until we’re both breathless, sweaty, and spent, crying out as we climax simultaneously.

After we clean up in the bathroom Emma picks up her nightgown and stands there holding it, seeming uncertain of what to do, perhaps debating if she should go back to her room. It’s the last thing I want, so I scoop her up and carry her over to the bed.

“Sleep in here with me tonight?” I ask my voice coming out as more of a demand than a question, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

I climb into the bed next to her, pulling her in close and she rests her head on my chest. “Thank you, for telling me about Danielle,” she says softly.

I don’t know how to respond so I simply kiss her gently on the forehead and promise, “I will try to be less distant, with you and Max.”

“If I ever get him home,” she says forlornly.

“You will,” I say firmly.

She yawns and nods, seeming satisfied with that response, at least for now.

“Shall I turn off the light?” I say.

“Maybe… but can we keep talking for a little while?”

“Sure,” I respond, turning off the light and plunging the room into darkness.

She gently asks me questions about Danielle, allowing me to think about my little girl for the first time in a long time and talk about her other than to tell people how she died. It’s nice and for once I don’t feel sad remembering her. I don’t know how long we talk before the conversation eventually dwindles and Emma’s breathing becomes deeper.

I lie there contemplating the night and how Emma and I seem to have formed a deeper connection than I ever anticipated. I will never know how I’ve been lucky enough to have someone like her in my life. After losing Danielle I thought I’d never find happiness again. But then in the most unlikely of places I find myself feeling like I can move on. I’ll never forget my girl, never get over the loss of her, but with Emma by my side, things feel a little brighter.

Chapter 26

Mason

Time seems to stand still for a moment as Venom drops to the floor, dead.

Did they shoot him because the money was missing? Or is the mystery gunman Victor Kane himself?

Breaker looks confused and surprised, immediately drawing his weapon but quickly realizing it’s three against one. Several of his men and Kane’s all appear from the shadows, guns drawn, awaiting orders. The gunman speaks to Breaker pointing to Venom’s corpse. Breaker lowers his gun slightly.

So, this could be Kane. He’d have immediately recognized Venom and realized that he was an undercover cop. I’m sure in normal circumstances they’d all be running now, knowing a police raid was incoming, but there’s the small matter of the missing money. Kane isn’t going to let that slide.

I squint through my binoculars, trying to ascertain if the man before us is indeed Kane or not. Bess sent me a photo of Victor Kane. This man certainly resembles him. He’s around six foot, medium build in a well-tailored suit. He wears his dark hair short and is clean-shaven. He’s non-descript, an average-looking guy. That’s part of how Kane evades capture, he often sends others in his place or muddies the water over his appearance. The man turns toward us, and I finally get a better look at his face.

I can’t be sure from this distance but something in my gut tells me this is the guy. Victor Kane is right in my sights. I’m certain it’s him. I could end all of this right now. Without thinking, I pull my gun out and point it at Kane. If I take him out, if I shoot, I end all of this. Emma and Max will be free. I take a deep breath, steadying my hand.

“Mace, what are you doing?” Jax asks me.

“It’s Kane,” I reply, not taking my eyes off him.

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I need to be. I can end this now. If he’s dead, Emma and Max will be safe.”

Jax doesn’t hesitate in his response. “Do it. Take the shot.”

A shot rings out from opposite us just as I place my finger on the trigger. The bullet narrowly misses Kane. Kane turns to Breaker and asks him something I can’t hear but Breaker holds his hands up in surrender shaking his head vigorously, presumably denying it was his men. Kane nods to his men and a few of them peel off in search of the shooter. Kane points his gun at Breaker, seemingly uninterested in whatever else he has to say.

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