Page 48 of Macsen


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I’m leaning with my forearms on the rail of the balcony and watching as the sun slowly sinks down into the ocean.The faint breeze on my face makes me close my eyes and inhale deep.Total serenity.These past three weeks have been a complete turnaround from my normal life.

From the moment we stepped off the private jet it felt like a vacation.No obligations, no work, no casualties, no nothing except Macsen and I enjoying time together.

My mind drifts back to the day we left the hospital room.Thorsten and the others took Gideon and Derek with them.Macsen received an update a few days later about some of the information they shared.I didn’t want to know about the deal my father is pulled into.

Being here in Ryckerdan gives me a chance to be selfish and pretend as if the world is on pause while I enjoy a well-deserved vacation.Though, tomorrow it’s time for us to go home.Home.Not my father’s mansion, but either the clubhouse or Macsen’s house.The target might be off my back by faking my death, but my father took over handling Bosco himself.I have no clue how it’s going because we haven’t spoken since, and I honestly didn’t want to know.

“There you are,” Macsen rumbles from behind me and I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deep as he brushes his lips against my skin.I close my eyes and shiver from the spark of electricity he ignites inside my veins.

Leaning back against him, I ask, “Everything okay?”

Macsen had an appointment set with his club brothers to discuss everything, including the details of us going home tomorrow.

“With me, us?Yeah,” he rumbles and nips my earlobe.

Turning in his arms, I glance at his gorgeous blue eyes.“I know we’re fine, now tell me the rest.”

He raises one of his eyebrows.“You didn’t want the details a few weeks ago.Why the sudden change of heart?”

“We’re going home tomorrow.I wanted to put a pin in the insanity since I wasn’t allowed to help or interfere for that matter.We’re getting on the private jet tomorrow and I don’t want the information to be dropped on me then.At least, you telling me now will give me the ability to process.”

Macsen gives me a slight nod.“Very well.Bosco was apprehended today.He’s been transferred to a secured location.Your father is still working for the government and has to keep up appearances.”

I narrow my eyes.“Keep up appearances?What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re getting a stepmom in a few days.”

“What?”I snap.“You’ve gotta be shitting me?He’s going to accept the arranged marriage to Bosco’s daughter?How old is she?”

“Old enough.”Macsen winces and I shove him against the chest to create some space between us.

“Old enough?I bet my father is twice the girl’s age.Shit.I’m probably older than her.Oh, yikes, this is wrong on so many freaking levels,” I grumble.“I shouldn’t have asked.What does Livi have to say about all of this?”

Macsen rubs the back of his neck.“You can discuss it with her tomorrow.”

I narrow my eyes.“What kind of a reply is that?”

“She’s been working behind the scenes on this case and has had all the details for weeks.”

His statement shouldn’t come as a surprise.I know they would be working with my father to oversee things.Maybe it’s not as bad as it sounds.Bosco’s daughter might also be a victim in all of this.

“Whatever,” I grumble and want to move past him.

His arm shoots out and catches me around the waist to pull me flush against his body.

Staring down at me with his blue eyes he murmurs, “Not so fast, sweet tits.Whatever isn’t cutting it.Once we’re back, you’ll see for yourself how the situation is unfolding.This case doesn’t pose a risk for us in any way anymore and I’m fucking thrilled because it means we’re good to go home now.You and I can focus on the future, and once you’re ready we can work on cases ourselves.”

“Work on cases ourselves?”I muse.

He grins down at me.“Definitely.”

This little piece of knowledge triggers my interest.“A serial killer case like the one you worked on with Broken Deeds MC?”

Slowly bobbing his head, he lets me know, “There are a load of cold cases and active ones we work on or assist law enforcement with.All different kinds and they are mostly divided by skills.”

“So, I get the ones who need someone to go in and assassinate?”There might be a hint of pouting in my voice.