“I love you and I’ll never stop loving you.” I kiss him, long and slow. “And now what I really want is for you to fuck me and not hold back.”
He doesn’t need any further encouragement. Spinning me around, he takes hold of my hips and thrusts inside me. Hard. Exactly how I want it.
When we’re finished, he kisses me one last time and says with force, “I love you. Never forget that.”
“I never will. And I’ll never allow anything to break us apart.”
His chest rises and falls, and it’s like a load is lifted off his shoulders. “Thank fuck.”
I don’t know what’s running through his head, but after this, I’m more determined for us to get some counselling. My man is hard as nails, but a man can only take so many knocks, and Winter has taken more than his fair share. We’ve each been engrossed in our own pain the last few months; it’s time we shared it again and getting counselling will hopefully help us do that.
39
Winter
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“The number one thing for tonight to go down as planned, without any complications we don’t need,” I say to the men assembled in front of me, “is for us all to get in and get out as fast as possible. That means”—I look around at everyone—“we don’t prolong anyone’s death even though that’s what we all want to do. We shoot to kill; we don’t shoot to torture.”
These are the hardest fucking words out of my mouth, because I want to torture the motherfucker who tried to ruin my club. I want to beat him black and blue. Carve his body up. Drain the fucking blood from his veins. But I’ve gone over the plan with Axe and Zane a hundred times, and we don’t have time for that. Not when our plan is as elaborate as it is.
Tonight, we’re taking down Zenith and Silver Hell in multiple locations. We have men in Brisbane, Sydney, and Melbourne ready to attack. King will lead a team to take out the Silver Hell compound in Melbourne. Hyde will do the same in Sydney; Cole in Brisbane. Ransom and I will lead teams to take out both Zenith locations in Brisbane. It will all happen simultaneously; directed by Axe and Zane from their headquarters in Brisbane, which is where I am now.
Zane steps next to me, his features hard. He’s worked around the clock helping King, Axe, and me put this plan together, and I know it weighs heavily on him. If even just one part of tonight goes wrong, it could set off a chain of events we don’t want to have to deal with. We do have back-up plans if that happens, but we’re all working to ensure they aren’t needed.
Lifting his chin at the group, Zane says, “You’ve got your instructions. Read them closely and read them well. Axe has already detailed them for you, but if you have any questions, ask. No one needs to die tonight because someone didn’t ask a question.”
The door at the back of the room opens, and a guy I don’t know enters. He comes our way, stopping next to Cole and speaking into his ear. Cole catches my eye and indicates for me to join them.
“This is Blade,” he introduces us.
His brother.
The guy who supplied us with thirty men in Brisbane so we could send some of Cole’s guys south to help King and Hyde.
I meet Blade’s gaze. “Thanks for your help on this. I appreciate it.”
Blade nods. “If anything goes wrong, and you need more men, I have more ready to go.”
I don’t know what the fuck this guy does, but his resources impress me. “Good to know.”
Ransom joins us, holding his phone out to me. “King couldn’t get hold of you on your phone.”
I take the phone and place it to my ear. “King.”
“A piece of the fucking puzzle just fell into place.”
“Fuck.” I check my watch. “We have less than five minutes till we leave. This can’t wait?”
“No, it fucking can’t. Bourne’s brother used to run our Adelaide club.”
Fuck.
No wonder he wants King dead. King killed his brother when he tried to kill Scott Cole’s old lady.
“I’ll let Cole know,” I say.