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“No one makes me look a fool,” he shouts.

Xanthe takes my hand. “You’re doing that all by yourself,” she says, leading me from the basement, followed by the others.

Axel rounds the corner, along with Grizz, just as I’m collapsing into the wheelchair. He stops in his tracks, staring at the blood on my clothes. “What the fuck have you done?”

“Holy shit,” mutters Grizz.

“It was his kill,” says Xanthe confidently, and I almost smile at the way she jumps to my defence.Like a true old lady.

“Did you witness it?” Grizz asks Luna.

“I closed my eyes,” she says with a smirk.

“My office, now,” Axel barks, turning on his heel and storming back inside. Grizz grabs Luna by the hand and drags her off.

“I think we’re in trouble,” Xanthe whispers in amusement.

Axel is pacing his office when we get inside. I get out the wheelchair and move to the couch while Xanthe stands by the door. “My . . . fault,” I tell him.

“Oh, I know,” snaps Axel. “But you didn’t do it without her,” he adds, pointing to Xanthe. “To say you remember fuck all, you’re making the perfect bloody team.”

“He really should rest,” Xanthe cuts in.

Axel’s eyes narrow in on her. “I imagine a double murder takes it out a person.”

“Exactly,” she says brightly, ignoring his dangerously low tone. She heads for me, and Axel slams his hands on the desk, causing her to stop.

“You involved the women in club business,” he growls. “You went against what I said,” he adds.

Xanthe stares me in the eyes for a few seconds then something changes in her demeanour. She stands straighter and squares her shoulders while heading closer to the desk. I watch in astonishment as she places her hands on the edge and looks Axel dead in the eyes. “The women were very eager to help Fury get his revenge, so I don’t regret it. After all, they have their own minds and can think for themselves. They were free to leave at any point. I just needed help getting Fury up and down the steps. I think you’re pissed because Fury took matters into his own hands, but let’s face it, they were going to die anyway, right?” When he doesn’t answer, she nods. “That’s what I thought. They deserved to die at the hands of Fury, and if it helps him to feel better about everything, then I, for one, am one hundred percent behind him.”

My cock stirs, and I adjust myself to try to hide it. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed. Even the Pres is stunned into silence. She turns on her heel, sending a smug smile my way before holding out her hand. I glance at Axel for permission, and he shrugs,clearly letting her attitude slide. We’re almost at the door when he says, “For the record, you make one hell of an old lady.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Xanthe

My heart is beating rapidly as I help Fury up the stairs to his room. When I finally look at him, he’s smiling. “I always was good at getting us out of trouble,” I say with a wink. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

I begin to undress him without thinking. He’s capable of doing it himself, but he doesn’t stop me, and as I shove his blood-soaked jeans down his thighs, his erection flops out proudly. I snigger, unable to hide my embarrassment. As a nurse, I’ve come face-to-face with my fair share of semis, and my professional side forces me to continue undressing him like it’s no big deal. As I lift his shirt, he puts his arms up, and I remove it, leaving him completely naked. My cheeks are burning red because every part of me aches to touch him, but until he remembers us, I can’t. It would feel too much like I was taking advantage.

“Shower,” I prompt, stepping back.

“Help?” he asks.

I grin. “You just killed two men, so you can shower.”

He hisses, holding his head, and I narrow my eyes, wondering if he’s playing on it, but when he begins to bend at the waist, I hook an arm in his. “Fine. I’ll stay in there with you.” It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked. It’s no big deal.

I turn the shower on, and we wait a few seconds until the steam billows out. Fury steps under the spray, and my eyes drift down to his now half-semi-erect cock.At least it’s deflating. He grips the wall like he’s struggling to stand, and I almost laugh at his poor attempt at acting. “I’m not helping you wash,” I tell him firmly. “You’re perfectly capable.”

I take the shower gel from the shelf and hold it out to him. “And you’re a terrible actor.” He smirks, but instead of taking the gel, he grabs my wrist and tugs me to him. I crash against his wet chest and gasp as the water soaks my shirt.

“Help,” he whispers, his lips a breath away from mine. We’re locked in a stare as the water pours over us, and I feel his erection now pressing against my stomach. I swallow the huge lump of nerves in my throat.

“Fury,” I whisper in a breathy tone.

“Mine,” he replies, rubbing his thumb over my tattoo. “My Xanthe May.” His lips gently brush over mine, and his hand travels up to cup my cheek as he tilts my head back slightly and deepens the kiss. It’s slow, and he takes his time to slide his tongue against mine, occasionally nipping my lip the way he used to. I sigh happily that he’s finally making a move.

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