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“Good.” He grunts, resuming his brutal, relentless thrusts.

He slips his hand between our sweaty bodies and flick my clit. My body locks up as an overwhelming orgasm consumes me, rocking me from my head to my feet in spasms.

“Cain!” I cry.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, fuck!” Cain slams into me a few more times before his own orgasm overwhelms me.

He collapses against me just as the car rolls to a stop a second time. My legs are shaky and I can’t bring myself to move.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go inside and finish this.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

CAIN

The afternoon sun streams through the high windows of the office at Eden, casting long shadows across the paperwork spread out over my desk. Everything has been blissfully quiet for hours, the weight of the business fading into background noise for once.

Then my phone vibrates violently against the wood.

I reach for it expecting a routine check-in from Cain, but the moment I tap the screen and put the receiver to my ear, the panicking voice of the housekeeper from Milly’s safe house cuts through the silence.

"Miss Alexis, please! You need to come right away! Milly—she was walking to the kitchen, and suddenly she gasped and collapsed on the floor! She’s barely conscious!"

Cold, sharp fear instantly wraps around my lungs, squeezing the air right out of me.

“What about her nurse?”

“She’s on it. We’ve already called a doctor as well and he’s on his way.”

"I'm coming," I choke out, my hands trembling as I slam my laptop shut. "I'm on my way!"

My heart hammers like a caged bird as I scramble to hit Cain’s speed dial. He answers on the very first ring.

"Alexis? Everything alright?"

"Cain," my voice cracks, raw and terrified. "It’s Milly. The staff at the safe house just called—she collapsed. I need to go to her right now!"

"Calm down, doll," Cain’s voice shifts instantly, turning into a low, steady anchor amid my spiral. "I’m downstairs in the club right now. Drop whatever you're holding, grab your bag, and meet me in the underground garage in two minutes."

"Okay," I breath out. "Okay, I'm coming."

I snatch my purse, shoving my phone into my pocket as I sprint out of the office and race down the private stairwell. When the metal doors of the garage swing open, Cain is already waiting for me, the engine of his black SUV roaring to life, the passenger door pushed wide open.

I dive into the leather seat, and before I can even click my seatbelt into place, Cain hits the gas, screeching out of the garage and into the afternoon traffic.

My knuckles turn white as I grip my knees, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. "What if something happens to her, Cain? What if she’s⁠—"

"Hey," Cain barks softly, reaching across the console to wrap his large, solid hand tightly over mine. "Look at me, Alexis. I’m here with you, we’re in this together."

"If necessary," Cain says, his voice steady as his thumb strokes the back of my hand, "we'll have her moved straight to a private hospital under tight security."

"The housekeeper said the nurse on shift is already handling it," I swallow hard, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. "She said they called her private doctor directly and he was already en route."

Cain nods once, his grip on the wheel tightening as he pushes the SUV to its limit, cutting through traffic until the gates of the safe house finally come into view.

The moment the vehicle grinds to a halt, I burst out of the passenger side and sprint through the front doors. Cain is right behind me as we race toward Milly’s bedroom.

Inside, the nurse is there, along with Milly’s private doctor holding a medical bag. Milly is propped up against her pillows, pale but breathing steadily, an IV line taped to the back of her hand.