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  “Chase?” she answers.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” I say as I lean my forearms on the railing.

  “How’s everything going?” she asks.

  “I finally got Torin to sleep after we took care of all the arrangements. Hopefully, he’ll sleep a few hours and I can too.”

  “Yeah, good,” she says, followed by silence.

  “I wish you were here,” I tell her.

  “Do you want me to see if someone can give me a ride over?” she asks.

  Thinking about her on the back of any of my brothers’ bikes is a big fucking hell no.

  “No, sweetheart, just get some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Torin just needed someplace to get away from it all, you know?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Sasha agrees.

  “Sleep in tomorrow,” I tell her. “I’ll get the prospects over here early in the morning after they get some rest, then I’ll come curl up in bed with you.”

  “Can’t wait,” she says. “I love you.”

  “Love you too,” I reply before ending the call.

  And fuck, I do love her so goddamn much it scares me.

  For ten years I thought that being with Sasha again was what I wanted more than anything, but now I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. She was safe without me in her life and doing pretty damn good. Now, she’s worried that she could lose her job in television if she’s with me. But more importantly, if we’re together, she could lose a lot more than her career.

  I worried myself to death about her when we weren’t together; but now that she’s back in my life, I worry even more.

  Sasha loves me, and I know she loves danger, but neither of those things are good for her.

  When we hit Hector back, we’ll be in a bloody feud that could last weeks or longer. I don’t want Sasha to get caught up in the middle of that shit.

  So maybe the best thing I can do for her is to give her up, even if just the thought of losing her is agonizing.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sasha

  Early this morning Chase snuck into bed without a word. After he wrapped his arms around me, he fell fast asleep. Even though he’s here, in the same room with me, I can’t help but feel that he’s actually miles away.

  Unable to lie in bed any longer, I get up and head upstairs to start helping with breakfast. The guys have been hanging around the bar more. Last night it was a full house, yet the crowd was still quiet as if they were afraid that talking or laughing would be disrespectful to their president.

  Throughout the day, I hear the roar of bikes as more and more Savage Kings come into town from up and down the east coast. I welcome each one and ask if they’re hungry or need me to find them someplace to stay. The hotel is booked out completely, but some of the guys have offered to share their rooms with double beds, if needed. I put members wherever I can, squeeze them in, except for the farmhouse.

  I read online that the funeral is at eleven, graveside only to accommodate all of the guests. The fact that Chase didn’t even tell me that much information makes me a little sad.

  By the time Chase wakes up around noon, we have a full house at the Savage Asylum. The place is growing rowdier too, which you would expect when you cram about two hundred Kings into one bar.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” Chase says when he comes up to me at the bar. I’ve been chatting with a few members, hearing their crazy road and clubhouse stories.

  “Hi, baby,” I say when he gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Before I can say anything else, Chase is swamped with well-wishers coming to pay their respects. Torin is still hiding out at the farmhouse, as far as I know; and the bar isn’t exactly the type of place for their parents to hang out for long periods of time.

  If I remember correctly, Chase’s dad never really approved of the MC. His brother, Chase and Torin’s uncle, Deacon Fury, was the president when the boys were growing up. The guys looked up to him and wanted to be like their cool, Harley-riding uncle. Despite their dad’s attempts to sway them in any other direction, Chase wouldn’t have it. As soon as he turned eighteen, he started prospecting with Deacon as his mentor. Then, when Torin returned from the military, I guess he fell into the club pretty hard if he was able to be elected president within a few years.

  When I get Chase alone for a minute, I ask him, hoping he’ll open up to me.

  “How did Torin become president before you?” I ask.

  “What? Why do you want to know about that?”

  “Just curious. You patched in first.”

  “I never wanted the gavel,” he replies with a shrug. “And Torin had been running things for Deacon when he started getting sick. By the time the lung cancer took him, Torin was handling the entire business side of things, so he was the better choice. And he wanted to be in charge.”

  “Are you in charge now?” I ask, since he hasn’t talked to me about it.

  “Just filling in for Torin until he’s ready,” he says.

  “So you are?”

  “Technically, I guess. Why all the questions?” he says as he pulls back.

  “You haven’t said much over the last few days. Is everything okay? Are we okay?”

  “Yeah, baby, we’re great,” Chase answers, using a different term of endearment. He’s always called me sweetheart since our first date.

  There’s no time to question him further, because the door opens and in walks a beautiful brunette in a bright yellow sundress, looking almost as out of place as I did the first time I came into the bar. And if she didn’t draw everyone’s eyes and attention, the two tall men who come in behind her would.

  “Hi,” the girl says to the silent room over the rock song playing softly on the jukebox. And for some reason, not only does she look oddly familiar, even though I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before, the men are definitely recognizable. They’re professional football players from the Wilmington Wildcats. “I’m, ah, looking for Torin Fury,” she says.

  “He’s not here,” Chase speaks up and says as he steps toward her. “Is there something I can help you with?”

  “I got a call from him yesterday morning about my, ah, my sister…”

  Her eyes tear up; and as if on cue, both men reach forward to comfort her.

  “You’re Kelsey, Kennedy’s sister?” Chase asks in understanding.

  She nods as her chin trembles.

  “Let’s go outside to talk,” Chase suggests to her, and I get up to follow them.

  …

  Chase

  Wow. Kennedy’s sister looks so much like her that it’s eerie. And the two big guys escorting her I frequently see on Sundays, catching touchdowns for the Wildcats.

  Once we’re outside where there aren’t hundreds of eyes on us, I hold out my hand and say, “I’m Chase, Torin’s brother.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Kelsey replies. “I wish we all could’ve met sooner; but once Kennedy ran off with your MC, she stopped answering my calls. I got one message from her about three years ago saying she was safe and wasn’t coming home. That was it until…until Torin called from her phone yesterday morning.”

  “I’m so damn sorry you had to find out that way,” I tell her.

  “What happened?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Drive-by shooting,” I explain. “We’re looking into it and will find who did this.”

  “How was she, before…before this happened?” Kelsey asks, her voice trembling with emotion. One of the football players pulls her to his side, and the other takes her hand, making me think the three of them are all together. To each their own.

  “Kennedy was great,” I tell her honestly. “She was happy, excited to become a mother…”

  “I, um, I read about that this morning and couldn’t believe it. There was so much of her life that I missed, and now I’ll never know why because she’s gone.” The blond man I recognize now as Cameron Hines wraps Kelsey in a hug while she cries against him.

  “She was just trying to keep you saf
e,” Sasha speaks up and says from just behind me. I didn’t even know that she came outside with us. She reaches for my hand, weaving her fingers through mine as she gives me a small smile. “The MC is dangerous to associate with. Kennedy knew that from the beginning, but it was the life she chose when she married Torin.”

  “She was her sister, though,” Nixon Lopez, the dark-haired man with tattoos, says. “Kelsey lives almost two hours away. She wouldn’t have been in any danger by talking to her sister on the phone.”

  “Talking on the phone would have only made Kennedy want to see her in person, which could’ve put her at risk. It’s fucked up but true,” I tell him. “That’s why most of us don’t have old ladies. Pushing the people you love away is the only way to make sure that you don’t lose them the way we lost Kennedy. Since he lost her, Torin’s blamed himself for not calling off the wedding. If Kennedy had stayed at home with your family, she would still be alive.”

  “It wasn’t like Torin kidnapped her and forced Kennedy to be his wife,” Sasha argues. “She loved him enough to take the chance.”

  “And now we can’t ask her if she regrets it, can we?” I snap at her.

  “She wouldn’t,” Sasha whispers.

  Unable to even look at her beautiful face right now, I turn back to Kelsey and her men and say, “I’m so fucking sorry you lost your sister, and I wish I had answers for you. Hell, I wish I could go back in time to the night she met Torin when she was waitressing at that little BBQ joint and tell her to not leave with him.”

  “She left with him the night they met?” Kelsey asks as she turns back to face me.

  “Yeah,” I reply. “We were just passing through Wilmington on a run and stopped to eat lunch. The second Torin saw her, he told the rest of us to go on home because he wasn’t leaving until he got a chance to talk to her. Guess she liked whatever he said, because she stayed here that night and never left again. She even put up with my brother when he would fuck up and be an idiot.”

  “I missed her,” Kelsey says with a sniffle. “My mom and dad wouldn’t even come up here for the funeral because they blame the MC. I blamed Kennedy. I loved her enough that I could’ve handled the risks. She should’ve known that.”

  “I’m sure she did,” I tell her. “That’s why she decided for you. Shit around here is volatile. I’d hate for you three to get caught up in this mess.”

  “We’re staying for the funeral,” Kelsey says, showing the same stubbornness as her sister.

  “I figured as much,” I tell her with a smirk. “I’ll let Torin know that you’re here, and we’ll be sure to save you seats at the front tomorrow.”

  “I appreciate that,” the dark-haired guy says, holding out his hand to me. “I’m Nix, by the way.”

  “Yeah, Nixon Lopez and Cameron Hines. I recognized you,” I tell him as I shake his hand and then Cameron’s. “I hate we had to meet under these circumstances. But as you can see from the bar full of men in leather, we all loved Kennedy. She didn’t deserve what happened to her, and I promise we’ll avenge her and the baby’s deaths.”

  With a nod, Kelsey says, “We’ll see you tomorrow,” and then her and the men walk off toward their car.

  “You’re not pushing me away out of fear,” Sasha says from beside me. Grabbing the collar of my cut to make me face her, she says, “Chase Franklin Fury, are you listening to me?”

  I glance around to make sure no one is around before I warn her. “Woman, if you ever use my middle name again in public, I’ll spank your ass raw.”

  Watching her lips, I know what she’s gonna say probably before she does. More importantly, my cock twitches with anticipation.

  “Franklin.”

  When I scoop her up in a fireman’s carry, she shrieks and then laughs as I carry her back through the bar. We’re greeted with whistles and cheers from the crowd before I take her down the stairs to my room and toss her on the center of the bed.

  I follow her down, attacking her mouth furiously. I hate how hard-headed she is, but love it at the same time. I’m a selfish bastard, because I need her in my life even though I know I shouldn’t condemn her to this type of lifestyle. Soon. I’ll let her go soon, I promise myself as I tear her shirt and shorts off.

  “This week is the first time I’ve worn shorts in public,” Sasha admits, making me freeze. “I was embarrassed for anyone to see my scar at the station or on television, but here? I know that the people upstairs won’t judge me. They all have scars, some you can see and some you can’t, so they don’t make me feel bad about it.” Reaching down, she rubs her fingers over the long, thick scar. “This place is like home to me, not just because of you.”

  “We’re going to kill Hector and everyone associated with him,” I warn her.

  Her fingers stroke along my jaw and down to my beard before she says, “I know that.”

  “And you’re okay being with a murderer?”

  “Yes,” she answers without hesitation. She takes off my cut and pulls my shirt over my head. “I already knew that, remember?”

  “I’m not gonna change. I know women think they can fix men or what the fuck ever, but this is me, and no matter how much I love you, I won’t leave the MC.”

  “Yeah, I know that too,” Sasha says. Her fingers pop the button on my jeans and slide the zipper down. Reaching inside the open flap, she fists my cock and gives it a hard stroke. “Now stop trying to think of ways to scare me off and fuck me already. Didn’t you say something about some spanking?”

  “Fuck, yes,” I tell her. Grabbing her waist, I flip her over to her stomach and then peel her panties down just under her ass cheeks so that my palm can smack one side.

  “Oh, God,” Sasha moans as the entire length of her body jerks off the mattress.

  I slap the other side of her ass hard, getting the same reaction before I band an arm around her stomach to raise her up to her knees. Then, I spread her legs apart to swat at her pussy.

  “Ahh, yes!” Sasha cries out, but it’s muted with her face buried in the sheets. “Don’t stop,” she begs with her ass in the air, squirming in search of my hand that I pulled away. But I don’t give her my hand again. Instead, I lean forward and lick her slit from the front all the way to the back where my tongue runs circles around her puckered hole.

  “Oh, god, Chase!” she moans as her hips rock, wanting me to lick her on her needy little clit instead. I bury my face in her pussy to give her what she wants until Sasha nearly screams down the walls when she comes on my face. No matter how many times I soap it up, I bet I’ll smell her scent in my beard for fucking days.

  Still kneeling behind her, I keep an arm around her waist to lift her hips and line my cock up with her slick entrance.

  “Fuck!” Sasha and I both shout as I plunge into her depths, not stopping until I’m all the way home. Nothing should feel as good as her body surrounding my cock with its tight, comforting warmth. I hate how I crave being inside of her, with her, but I’m an addict and I can’t give her up no matter how hard I try.

  My emotions show with every pump of my hips, the tightening of her hair in my fist while I fuck Sasha with more force than I ever have. I’d be worried I’m hurting her if not for her chanting her enthusiastic agreement and praise to the good lord above.

  “Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop! So close! I need…I need…Oh!Oh!Ohhh!”

  Sasha comes for an eternity, clenching and releasing around me for so long, milking my release from me like it’s the only thing her body was put on this earth to do.

  With one hand holding some of my weight off of her so that I don’t crush her ribs, I collapse down onto her back. I know I need to get off of her so that she can breathe, but I love the way she feels being pinned underneath me too much to move just yet. Right now, for this second, she’s safe, and nothing can hurt her with me protecting her this way.

  “Chase?” Sasha asks.

  “Yeah, sweetheart?” I ask.

  “Do you feel…any…better now?” she asks
between pants.

  “Yes,” I reply even though I know the blissful state will only last a few more seconds before reality comes crashing down on my head.

  “Good,” she replies. “You’ve never…fucked me…like that before.”

  “I know,” I agree with a cringe.

  “It was…fucking incredible,” she replies, making me grin. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

  I finally make myself roll off of her, leaving her vulnerable to the world again.

  “Are you angry with me?” Sasha asks as she curls up to my side and runs her fingertips over the cursive letters spelling out her name.

  “No,” I tell her, and truly I’m not. I could never be angry with her. I’m angry at myself for being so weak and selfish that I can’t live without her.

  “You wish that I had stayed in my own little world, though,” she states because she knows me so well.

  “Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake coming to your house the other night,” I tell her honestly. “I don’t want to look back on that night with regret like Torin, thinking of the day he wishes he wouldn’t have married Kennedy.”

  “Hey, just because that horrible tragedy happened to them, doesn’t mean it will happen to us,” Sasha says, raising up on her elbows to look down at me. “Maybe the worst thing that will happen to us was ten years ago when we both nearly died on the highway because of a drunk driver. It could be all uphill from there.”

  “Every hill peaks eventually; and the bigger the hill, the steeper the plummet back down,” I mutter.

  “That’s not true. It’s just the fear and worry talking,” she says. “And I get it, Chase. It’s gonna take everyone some time before they can start to recover from the loss of Kennedy. But it doesn’t mean that you have to stop living or being with someone you love to avoid heartbreak. Don’t you understand that I worry about you too?”

  “I’m an outlaw, baby. You’d be stupid not to worry about me,” I point out.

  “No, I worry about you because I love you. If you were a traveling salesman or an accountant working in a high-rise, I would still worry. That’s the flip side to loving people. You care enough to think about losing them and want to avoid it at all costs.”