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“You’ll never stop being a Marx, Lily. You can put oceans between us, but that fact won’t change. So when one of our own needs us, we fucking show up.”
I feel her relax next to me, not like she’s relieved, but more in defeat.
“You could just say thank you,” Devon snaps, and fuck, now her hold on my arm is biting as her anger flares to the surface.
“When did you become such a prick?”
“What do you mean,when?” Warrick chuckles. “This fucker has always been a prick.”
“Yeah, to you,” Lily scoffs, and Devon simply shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s just my natural fucking charm.”
Griffin snickers at his cousin before addressing Lily again.
“It’s time, Lil.”
“Time?” I ask, my gaze dancing between him and my Angel.
She glances up at me, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears as Griffin answers.
“It’s time to come home… back to Australia.”
CHAPTER 44
LILY
It’s been twenty-four hours since we left the warehouse as AJ’s men set it alight. They took Monty, and the MacKenzie twins back to my private warehouse that AJ apparently knew about and secured, making sure it wasn’t on the bobbies’ radar.
I don’t know how he does it, but that man has contacts everywhere.
My brothers and Griffin took Barrett to get his leg patched up, and then they went to my warehouse to watch over our prisoners, since they didn’t trust AJ’s guys to do it properly.
Not that they know AJ was behind it, but still.
Griffin had given me the key to the house they were staying in while here in England, which is just a block away from the safe house I’d been staying in with Barrett and the twins.
So Asher and I went there, making ourselves at home where we fucked in the shower, the blood painting our skin washing away as we claimed each other several times over.
My bullet wound was nothing but a graze, and Asher cleaned me up before he ate me on the bathroom benchtop, and I repaid the favour, falling to my knees on the cold tiles where he choked me on his dick.
It was brutal and beautiful.
Even now, as I rouse from sleep, my lips lift as I feel Asher’s hard length sink inside me.
“You really do love to wake me in the best ways.” I grin, blinking away my sleepy haze to see his smile.
“It’s called worshipping.” His voice is husky with lust, and as he drags himself slowly out and plunges back in, we both moan loudly, my back arching as he hits deep.
“Do I feel good buried inside you, Angel?” he rasps, his silver chain dangling down between us as he holds himself up over me.
“Yes,” I pant. “The best.”
“Did you see me kill yesterday?” he asks, and I grin as his pace picks up.
“Yes. I saw you shoot some of the Black Taipans dead. It was hot.”
He chuckles. “From the way you just got slicker, I believe you.”
