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“Because… I love you. I’ve tried to keep everything separate with us, but I can’t any longer. We’re on baby number five, and all I can think about is how I wish I could watch your belly grow. That I never want to be without you. I want to be around you and our kids all the time. And, how I’m so fucking lost and dead inside when you’re not near me.”

Audrey gazes at me with such intensity that it steals my breath. Her pussy begins pulsing, milking at my cock as her muscles lock up, and then she’s whimpering my name through her release.Her mouth trails over my neck, licking and biting, sucking, as I continue to move my hips, fucking her through her orgasm.

She’s breathless, left panting as she makes her way to nibble along my jaw. It’s clenched as I can’t seem to stop myself from filling her over and over, all the while stuck with my heart ripped completely open for her. Eventually, her path makes it to my ear. She nips at the lobe, her arms wrapping around me, one hand in my hair, fingers gripping the locke’s tightly as she admits, “Thank God, Gavin. Because I am so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Christ, sweetheart,” I whisper, pulling myself back enough to meet her weary gaze. “You love me too?”

She nods, teeth sunk into her lower lip as she watches me. She’s allowing herself to be vulnerable with me, and so help me, I’m going to cherish every second of it.

“I love you,” I murmur, repeating myself as I tug her legs up high on my back, widening her hips so I can somehow get even half an inch closer to her and bury my cock the deepest it’s ever been inside her before. Then I release, flooding her with everything I’ve got, knowing deep inside, I’m never letting her go again. “You’re mine,” I whisper, and with those words, my fate is sealed.

Chapter 14

MADMAN

Islam the gavel against the table and glance around at the men filling each chair. Tinman nods, wanting to talk, so I give himthe go.

“Autopsy said the dead woman from the Wilsons’ property was strangled to death and dumped.”

“Motherfucker,” I growl. I thought it was nothing, just a freak fuck up, and now it’s turning into more.

“Strangled?” Smoke echoes, thrown for a loop like the rest of us.

Death stands, beginning to pace back and forth, his brows furrowed in deep thought. “We don’t know this woman. None of us has any ties to her that we can find. However, the fact staring us in the fucking face, that she was strangled and dumped like trash, sends a loud ass message.”

Brass scrubs his hands over his face, releasing a heavy sigh. The mystery of the female’s death lingers in the air, like a heavy cloud that won’t leave us all the fuck alone.

Reign leans forward, “I think I may’ve found a connection.”

“Give it to us, Techy,” I rumble, as all of our attention is pinned to our computer-savvy brother.

“I did a deep dive and hacked into each of their financial accounts. The women had a wire transfer from Canada sitting in each of their accounts.”

Shadow leans back in his chair, deep in thought, while I scan the faces of the men in the room. We’re all in our heads atthe moment, trying to figure out where in the fuck a Canadian source comes in with all of this.

“Good work, Reign. Keep digging. It’s been weeks, and we’re barely scraping by.”

“You got it, Prez.”

“Maybe it’s some fucking Russians,” King suggests, his voice filled with suspicion.

Slasher shakes his head, “Nah, not their style. This feels personal somehow.”

I rock back in my chair, contemplating the possibilities. I’m just as lost as everyone else, as much as I hate to admit it. At this rate, I’m going to be day drinking. I didn’t think this was shit I’d be facing while having my baby momma and kids on the property.

War offers, “Could be a rival club trying to muscle in on our territory.”

Brass scoffs, “As if anyone would be dumb enough to openly fuck with the King’s.”

Kilo chimes in, “What about the cartel moving in? Surely, they’d want to steal our supply customers.”

Havoc narrows his eyes, he flicks his blade open, cleaning his short, stubby nails as he claims, “Or maybe it’s someone from within our ranks, looking to cause a bit of chaos.”

“Then maybe someone wants to motherfucking die,” Death responds immediately.

The tension in the room is stifling, enough to make me take a drink to wet my throat as we each weigh the different theories. It’s clear that we need to act fast before things spiral even further out of control. I can’t have this shit going down with my family here. They could be in danger, and I won’t stand for it, let alone the threat to my club.

I stand up, my decision made. “We need to increase our reach. We have endless sources at our disposal within the King’s network. We have charters in every Goddamn state. If someone wants to shake things up, they’ll get rattled in the process.”

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