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I lean over, kissing a trail up his neck until I get to his ear. “As long as Finn doesn’t mind.”

“He doesn’t,” he says right away, catching my face and bringing me to him to place a solid kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on him, and all it does is spur my movements. Jax carefully lifts toward me, too, hitting a spot that practically makes my eyes roll back in my head. “You’re beautiful. Sadie, fuck. What you do to me.”

I kiss him again, delving my tongue into his mouth until we’re battling it out with each other. The lines of where we begin and end are blurred until we’re one person like we used to be. I pull away, my orgasm hovering. “Jax, I’m going to come,” I warn as the pressure becomes almost too unbearable to hold back. I want nothing more than to find release with him so deep inside me.

He meets me with his own thrusts until I come so hard it’s like the earth shatters around me, breaks into little pieces and then puts itself back together again but in a better way. Everything seems lighter, easier.

Jax follows me with a grunt, his whole body shaking. He holds my hips as he empties himself inside me with a low groan, almost like he’s claiming me. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his frenzied breaths and excited heart.

“From now on,” he says, filtering his fingers through my hair and kissing my temple. “Sex isn’t a tool. It’s how we speak to each other.”

I lift my head and quirk a brow at him. “Do you want to know what I’m saying right now?”

“I love you so fucking much,” he confides, the power behind his words making me gasp.

Those words weren’t just what I was thinking. He means them, too.

We stay like this until my growling stomach won’t let up, and even then, he has to push me to eat something. He picks me up and lowers me back to the couch while he replaces everything on the table. “I’m going to get cleaned up real quick. Eat something, Sadie. I mean it. And don’t forget the ice.”

He retreats to the bathroom, and I pull open the grocery bags while holding the ice to my eye and start eating a pre-made sub stark naked in the building that always made me feel like a cheap whore. Not anymore it doesn’t. I’m secure and powerful.

When Jax returns, he smiles when he sees me eating. I do it slowly so my stomach doesn’t expel it as soon as I swallow. I lived off of a granola bar a day, so I don’t want to shock my system too badly. Jax looks through the bags and hands me a water. I happily gulp it down, feeling my stomach clench with all the nourishment.

He sits back, running his fingers down the side of my face. “I want to kill him for what he did to you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“He’s not known for keeping promises. He kept me in the back room. No toilet. No shower. No—” I cut myself off after I realize that everything I’m saying is making Jax flinch like he’s being stabbed. He blames himself for me being there. “He wasn’t going to give up until I went back.”

“From the moment you left, we worked on a way to get you. We tried to do it without Cole’s help and failed miserably because apparently you have to be as sadistic as someone like Psycho to get shit done.”

He doesn’t need to tell me. I grab his hand. “I don’t want you to be anything like him.”

“I will in defense of the ones I love.” His fingertips continue exploring my bruises.

“We’ll get him another way,” I promise.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jax says, smiling from ear-to-ear. “He’s getting his.”

Okay. There’s definitely something I don’t know. I turn toward him, narrowing my gaze. “You better spill everything you know right now.”

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“Actually,” Jax says, bringing out his cell phone to check the screen. He hits something and smiles. “It’ll be easier to show you. Are you ready to see how we’re fixing this?”

There’s a sly look on his face, and I love it.

He searches the room for some clothes for me to put on, and I end up wearing black joggers with a black t-shirt. Anything is better than the other clothes Psycho had me wear. As we leave the room, Jax throws the sexy shirt and shorts in the garbage and then takes my hand. He walks us to the elevator and pushes P for penthouse again. There is one other slight difference now than there was when it was Crew owned. Security used to be everywhere. Currently, I don’t see any guards on the Penthouse floor. Anywhere. They were all downstairs.

Walking next to Jax to Cole’s suite, I feel so small compared to him yet I don’t feel fragile anymore. I’m emboldened and ready. I need to hear what the plan is to take Psycho down because I’m so ready to help. I have years of retaliation all pent up and ready to be used.

Jax knocks on the suite door, and we wait for someone to open it. It turns out it’s Cole himself. He sneers at Jax half-heartedly but gives me a smile. “Hi, Sadie. I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t realize you’d spent time in this building.”

I give him a small grin. “It’s all in the past,” I reassure him.

“Oh sure,” Leenie calls out. “You act all nice to her when you were just giving us shit.”

“Because you three,” he says, looking at Leenie, Finn, and Jax, “...won’t let me do my job.”

“We just don’t want you to do your job the way you do it,” Finn says, hiding a smirk.

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