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I flipped the visor back down before turning around.

Dixon and York moved back, shaking their heads.

It was done.

All that fear and anxiety for Zoe. And it was all over within a few minutes.

We made our way through the yard at a run. But went ahead and turned our bikes over right there in front of the house, peeling off quickly enough that no one’s door cameras would catch anything but blurry outlines if the cops came looking for footage.

I drove us around, wanting to make sure there were no cops looking for us, then pulled up out front of a tattoo shop.

“I gotta get a few more tallies,” I told them. “You can head back and fill in Huck.”

Just like that, we parted ways. I had a needle stuck into my skin a few thousand times, finding something cathartic and calming in the pain.

Finished with that, I found out where Seeley, Cato, and Levee were. Then went and helped them deal with the bodies, detail and strip the car, then drop that at a junkyard for crushing.

Once the entire mess was done, the sun was streaking across the sky and I was strolling into the clubhouse in nothing but a beach towel after handing off my clothes to Che to burn next door and cleaning off with the hose.

I made my way upstairs, careful to be quiet when I heard no sound from my room.

I took a shower, making sure to scrub any trace evidence off of me.

Then I went back to my room, checking on Lainey, then climbing into bed with Zoe, gently waking her up because Jade told me she promised Zoe I would do just that.

“It’s over,” I told her as soon as her eyes opened.

Then I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers.

There was nothing delicate about it. It was rough and deliberate. Her moan muffled against my lips as my lips slanted over hers again—deeper, harder.

The second her lips opened for me, I was there—tongue stroking, teeth grazing, setting us both on fire.

Zoe’s hands slid down my back, sinking into my ass, dragging me against her, then rocking herself against my cock.

There was no time for slow or sweet.

We were both on fire. Wild, raging.

Her hands dragged down my pants.

I lifted up, rolling her onto her belly, then pulled her hips up until her ass was up, her head down, then slid her shorts and panties down her legs.

My hand massaged her ass as I reached for a condom, slid it on, then moved in behind her.

My hand went to the back of her neck, keeping her against the mattress to muffle her cry as I slammed deep inside her, taking every perfect inch of her in one thrust.

Her pussy tightened around me, welcoming me in. Her hips wiggled, begging for more.

And I was too happy to give it to her.

My hands slid to her hips, using them to drag her back against me as I slammed forward—fucking her hard and fast, the bed creaking, the headboard knocking, her moans getting loud enough that not even the mattress could quiet her.

Then her walls were clenching around my cock as she came, gasping, crying, calling out my name.

I fucked her through it, then came hard and deep, my whole fucking body shuddering with the intensity of it.

“Fuck,” I groaned, falling back against the mattress afterward. Zoe was still face down, panting for breath, little aftershocks racking her body.

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