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will dare say shit about Riders who suck dick now.
    “What’s the real version?”
    The real version is that the paranoid fuck moves to another hotel room and has three guards watching. So I fuck him, and as one of the guards escorts me out, I take his gun and finish the job.
    “Nothing so fun,” I tell her and push into the hot clasp of her pussy.
    “Oh, God.” Lily gasps as I begin pumping her full of my cock, her body arching, her nails scraping my back. “More, Jack.”
    I’ll give her so much more. Everything I have. I’d give her my heart right out of my chest.
    Except she already has it. Because that’s what this fucking ache is. My heart’s gone. Lily holds it right in her hands.
    And I can’t think of a better home for it.

Chapter Five
    Lily
    The Devil’s Hangmen get me on my way to work. I don’t see them yet, but I know it as soon as my tires blow. A strip of road spikes were laid across the asphalt, painted black, and I rolled right over them.
    My heart jumps into my throat when rubber flies off the tires and the steering wheel jerks in my hands. This will be bad enough without rolling the truck.
    I get the rig under control, ease to a stop, and grab my phone.
    I didn’t expect a goddamn ambush. Pretty much no one takes this road out to the airfield at fucking five o’clock in the morning and there’s no goddamn curves, nowhere to hide. It’s just a straight shot with a clear view either way. No one can sneak up on me—and my dad’s big old truck could fuck up any bikers that tried to head me off. I thought that would be enough.
    No answer on Jack’s end. Shit. He left earlier than I did, after getting a message on one of his burner phones. We all carry extras around, numbers that can’t be traced back to us. Just in case some shit goes down.
    Shit’s going down. But I see a train of headlights pulling off a side road, heading toward me, and I know it’s too late to call for help. I’m not getting out of this. I can’t run in this cast. No Rider lives nearby or can come quick enough. I’ve got a gun but if I go that route I’ll end up dead faster.
    Creek said I’d probably be shipped somewhere. That means I’ll be alive.
    So I just have to stay that way—and make sure Jack can follow the trail.
    They’re coming, I text him. Five bikes, two vehicles. Vans, I think. Maybe SUVs.
    It’s too fucking dark to be sure; I’ve only got their headlights to go by.
    I’m off the airfield road. They blew my tires.
    Must have known my schedule. My money’s on Val, since he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.
    The dickhole who walked away from the Riders after I tossed his ass onto a mat. He joined up with the Hangmen shortly after, and made quick friends with Croc and Sherlock by flapping his lips and giving info about the Riders.
    Jack will probably figure all that out. I’m just texting on nerves now. They’re closer.
    I won’t fight. Not until I have to. I’ll keep the cell with me as long as I can.
    On silent, no vibration. I’ll shove it down into my cast and pray they’ll only give it a cursory poke while searching for weapons. They’ll look for a phone, but maybe they’ll think the burner is the only one I have, and won’t look hard for another.
    I’ve got to put this one away soon. Their headlights are glaring through the back window. But there’s one more message I need to send. Just in case I don’t come back.
    I love you, Jack.
    • • •
    Jack
    I love you, Jack.
    The world goes gray. Everything fades around me, as if all that’s bright and warm is sucked out right through my eyes. My knees hit the floor beside Lily’s bed. Her scent fills my head but it’s not her. Just the soap on my wet skin. The sheets.
    Then everything turns fucking red.
    Creek.
    At two in the morning, the bastard sent a message saying the cargo they were picking up wasn’t live. Escorting guns, not girls. But I went and looked for myself. Saw what I needed to see.
    Lily had already left for