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I lift my head to look at him. “What?”

“A house. Somewhere we can make a home.”

Somewhere we can make a home.

He keeps talking, not realizing that he’s just rocked my entire world. “Can’t exactly raise kids in the clubhouse.. It’s a little too wild for babies. Don’t you think?”

Babies. As in more than one.“You love me.”

His head jerks back. “You serious?”

I shake my head. “I mean. You show me every day and you said it. But now… knowing you see a future with us, a home, babies… I believe it.”

He pops a brow. “Killing two men for you didn’t say it loud enough?”

I mean. When he puts it like that. I guess I should have believed it sooner. This isn’t just a fling for him. This is the real deal.

“I love you.” I settle back against his chest, too emotionally drained to argue now that the pain medication is starting to kick in, making my limbs feel heavy and my thoughts fuzzy.

“What happens now?” I ask, my voice small in the darkness.

Klutch’s arms tighten around me. “Now you heal and we find a spot of our own”

“And my dad?”

His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “We’ll find him. Give him a proper burial. I promise.”

I nod against his skin as sleep and the painkillers start to pull me under. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Blue. Anything.”

Chapter Seventeen

Klutch

Even with bruises on her face, my girl is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That’s the first thought that crosses my mind as I stare down at Demi sleeping in my arms. Every time my eyes land on the dark purple bruise on her cheek and the gash in her lip, rage bubbles up inside me like lava threatening to spill over.

And the wheezing when she breathes. I close my eyes and slowly inhale. I know how much it fucking hurts when your ribs are bruised. It being her who’s in pain will never sit right with me. Moving carefully I adjust her against my chest, trying to make her more comfortable without waking her. She sighs and nestles closer, her dark hair spilling down her back.

Fuck.

If I could rewind the clock, I’d go back and torture those fuckers before ending their miserable lives. They got off too fucking easy for what they did to my baby.

My phone chirps on the nightstand, and I carefully stretch out my arm to grab it without disturbing Blue. The screen lights up with a message.

Denali: Church in 30

I sigh and set the phone back down. With everything that happened today, I completely forgot about our weekly meet.

Looking down at Demi again, I memorize the peaceful expression on her face, the way her long lashes rest against her cheeks, and the soft part of her lips as she breathes. The pain meds Bravo gave her have knocked her out cold, which is for the best. She needs to heal—body and soul.

As carefully as I can, I slide out from under her, replacing my body with a pillow that she immediately curls around. I stand there, frozen to the spot, hoping she stays asleep. She makes a small sound of protest then relaxes.

Thank the Gods.

Turning, I grab my jeans from the floor and pull them on, followed by my t-shirt. After putting on some clean socks, I step into my boots and lace them up, then move over to the dresser. Grabbing a piece of paper, I scribble out a quick note.

Blue

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