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The only ones left now were the men, Jackson and Lara.
“Now, what shall we do?”
Those chilling words came from my mouth, and they set Jackson to panicking.
“We can pay!”
“Oh, you’ll pay all right,” Cutter replied calmly. “Only it will be the Truth Teller way.”
Hours later, as I crawled back into bed with Sutton after putting Lottie back in her own bed, I was still just as angry as when I left.
Sutton opened her arms for me, and I crawled between her legs, pulling her body against mine as I said, “We didn’t kill them, but I wanted to.”
“What’d you do with them?”
“Called the cops,” he grumbled. “Attempted kidnapping. Too many witnesses. No offense to The Uncertain Saints, but we don’t know them at all. Few of them were cops. Couldn’t very well put them in concrete shoes and drop them off at the bottom of the lake. But we will take care of them once they’re in prison.”
“Good.” She widened her legs, and I took that as my invitation to slowly slide inside of her. “I hope they suffer.”
“Oh,” I growled as I fucked her deep. “They will.”
Her hands came to my face, and she forced me to come closer as she said, “I love you, Gunner.”
I bent down and caught her bottom lip with my teeth. “Good. Because I love you, too. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
She breathed out a shaky breath. “I think I’ve known it since high school. But I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself until lately.”
I smoothed back some hair from her face before saying, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know exactly how I feel about you.”
Twenty-Eight
Sneaking bourbon into work is pretty easy if you put it in your stomach first.
—Sutton to Gunner
SUTTON
Six months later
I was on pace.
I was going to make it.
I could see the finish line now.
My lungs were on fire.
There were spots dancing in my vision.
But I was going to make it.
The closer I got, the more the spectators screamed.
I was in sixth place for women.
That I knew.
I’d been getting race updates from Milena for the last two hours.
