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And I’ll make Axel proud.

This man will not break me. He won’t have me.

I only belong to Axel, even if it’s in his memories. Even if that’s all I’ll leave behind for him; I was his proud queen until the end.

I won’t even close my eyes while I wait for the trigger to be pulled.

But instead…

The door is kicked open.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

WILDER

One cap to the ankle.

The fucker falls.

One cap in his thigh.

Okay, that was just target practice.

When Axel King calls, I answer.

I’m supposed to leave this fucker alive and protect Axel’s woman, but who says I can’t entertain myself until he gets here?

“Hey, little Bo Peep.” I kick the gun out of the bleeder’s hand, and get in his face … and smile. “Baa.Can I fuck you like a sheep?”

Aw, shit.

Really?

I hate that smell.

“Goddammit.” I kick his ribs with my boot. “You just pissed yourself and I ain’t cleaning that shit up.”

Carefully, I help the hot redhead stand.

“Here, darlin. Ain’t no weatherman calling for golden showers tonight. You don’t wanna be kneeling inthat.”

I’m damn sure I’m not supposed to be staring at her gorgeous goddamn tit with that pretty, pointing, pert, nipple.

Like a Georgia peach, I bet she tastes sweet.

But I’d like to keep my filthy vision, so I lift the strap of her dress and pat it in place.

“There, there. It’ll be okay.”

This is how you comfort a woman, right?

Fuck if I know.

I usually bring the terror. Like the DoorDash of Death.

But I owe Axel and Jace.

Ahh fuck, that’s right. And I owe Pastor Sire, too. He snuck a shank into a Bible for me the last time I was in the cage.

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