Page 25 of Brick's Redemption

I blinked up at Brick, lifting my chin to stare into his deep, striking blue eyes filled with determination. This man would kill for his club and did in the past, but killing for me? That was something I could barely grasp.

He loves me.

The shock of that declaration combined with the brutal realization that our enemies were hunting us, and we might not survive and see this to the end.

“Babygirl, we’re going to okay. You, me, and our baby. I’ll make fucking sure or die trying.”

I lifted my fingers and pressed them to his lips. “Don’t say shit like that.”

He couldn’t speak that heartache into existence.

“We need you, Brick.”

It wasn’t just me anymore. I had to think of the child I was carrying. This became a whole new set of nightmares as I thought of everything that could go wrong.

“I’m here, baby. Breathe.”

I wanted to tell him that I trusted him, believed in him, and I knew he’d find a way to keep me and our child safe, but the words wouldn’t form on my tongue.

Brick’s cell began to vibrate inside his cut, and he reached inside, swiping across the screen to answer. “Yeah, Pres?”

“Get the fuck out of there!”

Panic and adrenaline flooded my bloodstream the second I heard those chilling words.

Behind us, coming from the house, Dagger shouted. “Brick! We gotta go! Now!”

“On it, Pres!”

“Call me once you’re sure you don’t have a tail.”

Judge hung up.

Brick scooped me up and ran down the steps of the gazebo, nearly colliding with Dagger. “Fuck!”

Dagger had all our bags, hauling everything of significance with him as he rushed toward the boat tethered to the end of the dock. “Crimson Skulls are at the gate. They’ll be here in minutes!”

Shit!

Brick’s legs pumped hard as he ran, cradling me against his chest. His boots pounded the wood beneath us as he raced down the dock. We reached the Bowrider as Brick set me down, hopping over and then reaching for me as Dagger joined us.

I didn’t know who had experience with driving a boat among the three of us, but I hadn’t been in one of these roundabouts since I was a kid. “Do you know what you’re doing?” I asked as Dagger took the helm.

He shot me a glare. “You point the stern where you want it to go, and the bow will follow.”

Okay. Yeah. That worked.

I moved to the opposite side of the boat, across from the bags, to help evenly distribute the weight as Brick untethered the rope. He rushed to Dagger, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the house.

“Nothing yet.”

Dagger must have known what he was doing because we were already pulling away from the dock, heading out into deeper water. But we weren’t picking up enough speed yet.

“Can’t you go faster?” Brick asked, probably thinking the same thing.

“You wanna drive? Have at it,” Dagger spat, releasing the wheel.

“For fuck’s sake!”

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