And the sickest part? I’ve never wanted anything more.
Every choke, every orgasm, every savage push of his body leaves me marked and wide open.
The grief, the anguish, his nightmares, mine… they all burn in the flames he’s dragging out of me.
“Fuck, Lolo. I’m gonna come…”
And he does.
Not with a shout or a shake, but with this quiet, guttural sound that comes from someplace deep inside him… a place he probably hasn’t let anyone touch in years.
He falls apart inside me… completely, shamelessly, and I feel all of it. The ruin, the hunger, the bone-deep need to be seen, claimed, and kept. He doesn’t hide it. Not from me. Not tonight.
I hold him as he comes undone, legs wrapped around him like I can keep him whole even as he falls apart. Losing himself in me feels like the only peace he’s ever known.
Then, it hits me…
I’m not just his safe place.
I’m his salvation.
And maybe… he’s mine too.
TWENTY
LONDYN
The burner feelswrong in my hand. Too clean. Too empty. Nothing like the phone that used to hold my whole life..
Malcolm’s across the table, arms crossed, jaw tight. He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the heat rolling off him. He hates this plan. Hates me being the hook. But it’s the only way.
Dialing Tony’s number, my pulse kicks hard as it rings.
He answers sharp, cautious. “Who is this?”
I swallow, forcing the tremor into my tone. “Tony… it’s me. Londyn.”
There’s a pause. I can hear him breathing, quick, like he’s trying to decide if it’s really me. “Jesus Christ. Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you. Cap’s losing his mind.”
What a fucking joke… Cap. You mean, uncle, motherfucker!
I let out a shaky breath, just loud enough for him to hear. “I couldn’t call from my phone. I…I don’t know who to trust anymore. Everything’s wrong. I need to see you. I need to tell you what’s going on.”
His voice drops lower, urgent. “Alright. Calm down. Just tell me where you are.”
I glance at Maverick. He scribbles the location on a scrap of paper, sliding it toward me. I repeat it into the phone, voice low, and shaky. “The warehouse. The one from our last bust. Back lot around nine.”
Tony doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there. Don’t talk to anyone else. Don’t move. Just wait for me.”
The line goes dead.
Setting the phone down, my hands tremble even though I know I sold it. Maverick’s already barking orders…Turbo tracking the call, Steel’s lining up the crew, and brothers getting equipment loaded.
Malcolm leans in close, his voice strained. “You did good. But if he lays a hand on you, I’ll put him in the ground myself.”
I nod. “Then let’s make sure he never gets the chance.”
The ride over is quiet,just the rumble of Malcolm’s bike and the wind cutting past us. We take the back roads, careful to avoid traffic cameras. Pressing tight against his back, I wrap my arms tight around his waist, feeling the steady strength in him. For a moment, it’s just us… no cartel, no betrayal, no war. Just the road and the man who refuses to let me break.
