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I pull out, surprising her with the abrupt move, and flip her onto her belly.Lifting her hips, I slam back into her tight heat.Sadie lets out a scream, turning her head into the pillows.

“No.Don’t hide your face, baby.Let me hear you,” I demand.Sadie turns her head, granting me the side view of her pleasure-filled face.I continue to pound into her at a relentless pace.Her wetness spilling down over my balls with each thrust.Sadie tilts her hips, pushing back and meeting me thrust for thrust, taking me deeper inside.Her walls squeeze around me.I reach around and pinch her clit, sending Sadie soaring.She screams my name, and I follow her climax with my own.

I pull out of her and drop to the bed beside her.I pull her over so she lays with her head on my chest as I hold her closer to me.We’re both panting, sweat coating our skin.Her hair sticks to her forehead, and I wipe it away as she leans her chin on her arm, looking up at me with concern in her eyes.

“What is it?”I ask, caressing her face with the back of my hand.

Her face turns serious, her eyes locked on mine, and with a sternness I’ve never heard from her before, she says, “I’m trusting you, Nathaniel.Don’t hurt me.”

I lift up, kissing her forehead and promise right then and there, “I won’t, baby.You gave meyou.Heart, mind, body, and soul.I promise I’ll cherish every bit of the gifts you’ve given for the rest of our lives.”

She rests her head against my chest, and I stroke her arm.I feel a slight bump near her shoulder, just under her skin.She must find peace in my words because it’s not very long before she falls asleep while I lay staring at the ceiling, making a mental note to ask her about the bump later.I then contemplate how I’m going to convince her she will not be walking into Cusenza’s trap.We’ll find Shea another way, and not at the expense of my woman.

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SADIE

I’m awakened by the gentle grumblings of Hawk’s voice from across the room.Feeling slightly disoriented, I have no idea what time it could be.The curtains have been drawn, blocking out the light from outside.I don’t remember having closed them.If not for the delightful soreness between my thighs, I might have believed it was still last night and the vivid dream was due to the drugs I had been given.

I turn over and find Hawk standing in the doorway wearing only his sweatpants, blocking whoever is on the other side’s view from the room.His voice is low, but it doesn’t hide the edge it carries.I can’t hear both sides of the conversation, but Hawk isn’t budging.

“I’m not waking her up and you’re not coming in.She’s sleeping, which I’m pretty sure she hasn’t done much of lately until some asshole drugged her.We’ll discuss whatever you need after she’s had time to rest.”Hawk’s raspy voice speaks of how tired he must be, too.His injuries, though not severe, were still enough to bruise and batter his body.He also was drugged, and I’m certain that, like me, he hasn’t been sleeping soundly for the last few weeks either.

After some more negotiating, an agreement is made to meet first thing in the morning to discuss whatever information is so important.Hawk grumbles about someone being a pushy asshole, most likely Matteo, before closing the door and turning back to face me.

Our eyes meet from across the room—his full of heat, mine with unshed tears.

Get a fucking grip, girl!

I hate that I’m such an emotional wreck around him now.I’ve never been one to show my true feelings, unless it was laughter or anger, around the club members.Especially not to him.I haven’t for a long time.It felt like showing weakness.So I hid everything beneath snarky banter.

After being away from everyone and finally hearing my best friend’s happiness as she plans her wedding and my uncle saying he trusts me, everything feels soraw.Nathaniel’s declarations of love and claiming me as his ol’ lady—both things I’ve wanted for so long and finally now have—are making things even harder for me emotionally.I feel off.Shattered and put together at the same time.Like each small shard of my heart has somehow been put back together, but the fear I have that it’s temporary threatens to break it all apart.

What if he changes his mind again?

He said he wouldn’t.I have to trust him.

But can I when there are still secrets between us?

I wasn’t lying when I said Thomas’s days are numbered.He has a debt to repay and amends to make, but the club will not be the ones to decide when he does or how.His debt is to Vincenzo—and tome.Will the club see me as a traitor once again when they realize I didn’t tell them everything I know about Vincenzo and his plans to take down the people who have hurthimand his family?Will I be judged for keeping secrets when it’s what the club has always done to keep those they love safe?Will there be a double standard for me?

Why would that change now?

Throwing my feet over the edge of the bed, I stand intending to take a shower, where I can process through everything that’s happened over the last twenty-four hours and put my emotions into perspective.Try to figure out why I let my guard down again.I know he said it was for real, but the plans for Cusenza aren’t done yet and I’m not going to take a step back because my ol’ man demands it.

I barely reach the bathroom before Hawk’s arms band around my waist from behind, pulling me close as he nuzzles into me, kissing my shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”It rumbles through his chest.The warmth of his lips against my skin, a reminder of how they felt between my legs, causes them to press together.One hand finds its way to my thighs, prying them open as he chuckles against my skin.The vibration making my core clench with the memory of what this man can do to me.

My hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, holding him to me.It’s a desperate plea, and a moment of weakness.I want him.I want this to be our normal.Ustogether, in this little bubble of ecstasy we’ve created.

Just a little longer.I tell myself.

“I need to shower.”My words come out on a stuttered whimper as his finger slowly circles my clit.

“Hmm.Then let’s take a shower.”Too soon, he pulls away, stalking toward the large shower and turning the water on.He reaches a hand out toward me and I take it, allowing him to pull me under the hot water with him.My emotions are once again at war with my body, but the hot water and his strong, calloused hands massaging the body wash on my skin help push away my worries for the time being.

One more.Let him take care of you one more time.

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