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We dock after cleaning the boat, then each of us takes a different route to the warehouse. Seamus heads to the compound instead, to update Aidan and check if they need anything there.

Chapter Eleven

Moira

I know I shouldn’t be on my own, but I can’t process anything after talking to the physician.

I need to make a decision, and it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. Brody was right. We’re stronger together, and right now, I need all the strength I can get. I wandered around town for a while, just thinking, keeping to the shadows. I left my mobiles in my bag with Ari because I knew Lex could track me.

Now I’m in the back of a black cab as it winds through the warehouse district. I’ve made my choice, and this is the first step. I have to accept him completely. All of him.

We pull up to the temporary location for the Knights of Purgatory MC, and I pay the cabbie with the little amount of cash I have in my wallet. I get out and glance down at the scrubs Arianna gave me. Not exactly sexy, especially with two black eyes from my broken nose. I wanted to impress his club, but I can’t wait any longer. I know in my soul it was Eoin who attacked me.

Two men stand at the door, both intimidating in size, but I don’t let it show. I hold my head high and walk straight up to them. The only thing I’m still wearing from my original outfit is my boots. Everything else was ruined, covered in blood and mud.

“I’m here to see Brody.” I pause and remember something he said to me once. “I mean… Harvester.”

They nod and open the door without questioning who I am. Maybe they already know. I step inside, expecting to see half-dressed women. Instead, it’s just a bunch of guys sitting around tables, talking and drinking. No women. Just men. They stop and look at me as the door clicks shut.

“Moira.” Carson walks toward me. “You’re okay. He’s been worried sick. Come on.” He doesn’t touch me, just gestures for me to follow.

We head toward a flight of stairs that leads up to an enclosed loft. When we reach the top, he knocks on the door.

“Not a fecking good time,” Brody barks from the other side.

“I got it from here,” I say to Carson. He nods and steps back.

I open the door and step inside. Brody is at his desk, eyes fixed on the computer screen.

“I said it’s not a good—” He stops when he sees me, then is up and around the desk, stalking toward me. “Why did you leave the hospital? Are you okay? What are you doing here?” He rattles off the questions, one after the other.

I smile timidly and push my hair behind my ear. I glance around and spot my bags sitting on his desk.

“I needed a moment to think.” I pause, then remember his second question. “I’m okay, but we need to talk.”

Before I can tell him why I’m here, he starts talking.

“I’m not ending this. You’re mine. I’ve told you that repeatedly. I don’t care if you’re scared or if your brother threatened me. I’m not letting you go.”

He grips my arm and pulls me toward him. He’s careful not to hold on too tight, but he leads me over to his desk. Then he turns to face me. He lifts me up onto the desk and cages my body with his arms.

“Wait I need to tell you something.”

But before I can finish, his mouth takes mine in a deep, soul-stealing kiss. I fall into the haze of him, just like I always do. And before I know it, I’m naked from the waist up, and he’s pushing me back onto the desk. He tugs my pants down my legs, and I hear his buckle hit the floor before he’s at my core.

“Feck, baby, you’re always ready for me.”

He slides through my pussy and enters me in one deep thrust. My eyes cross and my back arches as he grabs onto my breasts, squeezing them before he’s moving inside me. There is a small ache from his grip, but it turns me on more, ramping me up to my orgasm faster.

“I have to be gentle, Moira, but I’m going to prove to you that we are made for each other, and you aren’t leaving me. I’m never going to be done with you. I’ll kill anyone to keep you safe.” With each statement, he moves deeper and harder into my body.

My ribs sting, but I won’t tell him. I need him. I want him. All of him.

“Brody.” I moan his name, and he slams into me harder. “Brody, don’t stop,” I beg.

“I’m hurting you.” He slows down, and I growl in frustration.

Now he’s done it.

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