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My thighs press together, clenching tightly as I try to calm myself down. I don’t think there is any calm happening in my life right now, though. I feel the exact opposite of calm. I’m a bundle of pent-up energy, and I only know one way to get it out.

“Yeah?” he asks. “You gonna be my old lady and wear my mark?”

“Your mark?” I ask.

He hums, leaning forward, his fingers still around my throat as his lips brush across mine. “My mark, Haze.”

I don’t know what that means, and he’s not explaining it to me. Sucking in a breath, I break the kiss, shifting back slightly, my head gently hitting the headboard with a thud. My gaze searches his as I wait for him to tell me what exactly I’m agreeing to.

“A tattoo. My name.”

“Coast?” I ask on a hiss.

I’ve never imagined myself getting a tattoo of any kind before, and now he’s telling me that I’m going to get one with his name on it. He must be completely fucking insane. But as I look into his eyes, I realize that I would get a tattoo with his name. I would do just about anything for him.

“I’ll be your old lady. I’ll get your tattoo. Are you going to tell me what is going on with the fire?” I demand softly.

I don’t think demanding anything loudly would go over well when it comes to Coast. I have a feeling that he’d have something to say about that, and I would not like it in the slightest. So I take the soft approach and wait for him to answer me.

Thankfully, he does.

CHAPTER

FIFTY-SIX

WRATH

“It’s what we do,” I murmur.

I’m sure I shouldn’t be telling her any of this, but she’s technically my old lady now, and as much as I don’t want to say anything, I think I need to. I can’t let her think that I put her in the middle of this shit, that I somehow hung her and Alex’s asses out to dry.

She won’t understand what the fuck I had her doing at that event center otherwise. She’ll continue to think that I somehow fucked her over and compromised both her and Alex, which I absolutely did not do and would not do. It was on the up-and-up; at least that’s what I’d thought.

Something catches me off guard, though. Who the fuck paid her and let her in if the contact didn’t own the building? I open my mouth to say that, but again, she wouldn’t get it yet. Fuck. I need to talk to Dare, Hippie, Blast, and Two-Pump. Something is definitely not sitting right.

“What we do?” she asks, bringing my thoughts and me back to this moment

“Burn shit down for a cut of the insurance claim. No harm, no foul. We don’t hurt anyone, and the owner clearly needs the money.”

She watches me for a moment, but I don’t think she’s going to run to the cops or judge the club and me in any way. Not sure she really can. Her brows snap together, then she worries her bottom lip for a moment before she finally speaks.

“But it’s illegal,” she whispers.

“It’s illegal,” I confirm.

She nods a couple of times, clearing her throat, then her eyes connect with mine again. She releases her lip, and for a moment, I think she might hurl some angry words at me. Which I don’t think I would mind. Not while she’s naked anyway.

“Okay, but we just cleaned the building. What happens when they investigate and start asking questions?”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Baby,” I purr and watch as her entire body immediately relaxes at my word.

She likes that.

Which I have to admit is hot as fuck.

Shifting closer to her, I curl my fingers in her sheet, gently guiding it down her body to expose her perfect fucking tits for me. Leaning my head down, I touch my lips to one of her nipples. Sucking the sweet bud into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it as memories of last night resurface.

Fuck, that was hot.