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“If life were any better, I’d need to charge admission,” Ozzy said.

I chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, right?” Milky asked.

“No, I know the deal, bud,” I said, and he relaxed.

“Congrats on your nuptials,” Ozzy said.

I smiled. “News travels fast.”

“Long time comin’,” Milky grumbled.

“True,” I agreed. “Have either of you heard from Doc or Alamo? Any clue on when they’ll be back?”

Before either of them could answer, Doc and Alamo walked in and I rushed to them.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Marvin’s out,” Doc said.

“Of jail?”

Doc nodded.

“What the fuck?” I hissed. “How did he get out?”

“Time off for good behavior,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.

“Good behavior?” I scoffed. “Why did no one inform me he was getting out?”

“Dalton’s looking into it,” Doc said.

Dalton Moore was an ex-FBI agent, who was really more in than out when it came to the agency, considering he worked as a consultant on more than a few occasions. He’d become close buds with Doom several years ago when he’d helped bust a human trafficking ring, which meant he’d become a ‘friend’ to the club and assisted with more sensitive issues Doc may or may not want cops involved in.

“And Marvin ransacked my condo?”

“Yes,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.

“Looking to finish what he started with me,” I whispered, burrowing against Doc. “He won’t stop until I’m dead, will he?”

“Rabbit’s tracking him,” Alamo said. “He’s not gonna get away with any of that shit, Liv. We got you.”

“Baby, he’s not gonna get anywhere near you,” Doc promised. “You’ll be here until we make your place like Fort Knox. If he tries to get to you there, he won’t count on me and Stella.”

Despite my fear, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Stella was his Colt .45 and he’d had it since he’d patched into the Dogs. He’d kept it locked up safe at the compound while he did his Army tours, but when he was home, it was at his side at all times.

“Okay?” he prodded.

I nodded. “Okay.”

“You hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s send the boys out on a food run. What do you want?”

“Chinese.”