“Washington knows then, yes?” Gwen sat up, looking at James. He nodded, folding his arms over his chest, his guns hanging down from his shoulder holster.
“Fuck,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
“Why is that a bad thing?” one of Jer’s men asked from beside Gwen. I turned to answer him.
“Romano has politicians on his payroll, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that some of them are participants in the rings. If this knowledge goes up the wrong ladder—”
“Then we are fucked,” he finished for James.
“So the plan is for you four to go to Boston to do what exactly?” Dom questioned, leaning back in his seat, the chair groaning underneath his weight.
“Kill Collin,” Jer deadpanned. His uncle put a hand on his shoulder. “Charlie will be on standby if you need him.”
Jer turned to him, respect masking his face. “I appreciate that, Uncle.” They shared a moment, and I averted my eyes, looking down at my woman.
“Who's Charlie?” Gwen asked.
Sullie turned to her with kind eyes. “He is an old friend and a powerful ally. Jer has his number. All you need to do is call, and he’ll be there.”
“Don’t hesitate to call us if shit goes sideways, bookworm,” Dom said softly, his brown eyes shining with affection. My throat tightened at the love and respect these powerful, dangerous men showed my baby girl.
If I died, I knew she and Aiden would be alright— they would be surrounded byfamily.
Another hour later, and we were on the way to the airstrip, our bags in the back. We all rode silently in the Bureau’s Tahoe, James and Jer in front, leaving Gwen and I in the back. The air was heavy, and it felt like I was going into war,with the love of my life beside me. The one person I couldn’t lose.
Shaking my head, I yanked my hair out of its bun to relieve some of the headache that had formed. I knew what this was—fear, stress...
Once we were at the airstrip, Jer and James got onto the jet immediately. Gwen followed, her brunette curls flowing in the wind.
My soul shouted for her, needing her as if everything depended on it.
Before she reached the steps, I yanked her arm, spinning her back to me. She landed against my chest, her palms on my shoulders. Before she could utter a word, I had a hand in her hair, tilting her head back, demanding access. My mouth crashed down on hers, and I kissed her with abandon, giving hereverythingI had.
She whimpered, her hands snaking up and around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. My free hand yanked her hip, pulling her flush against my body, her softness everywhere I was hard. Made for me and only me.
“I love you,” I said harshly against her lips before shoving my tongue inside her delicious mouth. She let out a sound I didn’t want any other person to hear. Ever.
“Mine,” I hissed, biting her lip.
“Yours,” she breathed, kissing me again, softer this time.
I broke away from her, leaning my forehead against hers as our breathing remained ragged. I looked into her eyes, cupping her face in my hands. The wind howled around us, the moonlight shining down as the sounds of the jet engine hummed.
“When I tell you to run, you run. When I tell you to leave, you leave. Do you understand me?” I ordered, my jaw tight as I stared into her eyes.
She shook her head, her eyes going wide. “No, I won’t run from a fight, and I won’t leave you—”
“You will runto our son, baby girl. You will not leave him,” I barked. Her bottom lip trembled, and I stroked it with my thumb.
“You leave me behind to get to him, got me?”
She whimpered. “I got you.”
“When I tell you to run…”
“I run,” she finished, kissing me once more.
Chapter Eleven
