“No, but before…” The look on his face tells me I got this all wrong, and now I’m hurting him. I feel ridiculous and stupid and, above all, mean. Oh God, am I hormonal? “I thought you were having second thoughts.”
Doc comes toward me, and the sight of that muscular stomach flexing as he walks toward me does crazy shit to my heart.
“In the middle of the night, you told me how you suffered at the hands of the Inferno. Told me what you were forced to do to survive, and this morning, I was… I am… still trying to process it all.” He shakes his head. “What happened to you shouldn’t happen to anyone. I only want to do the right thing by you.” He takes me by the arms, his voice low and tender. “I’m not pushing you away. I’m all-in with you, Lily. I want this. I want us. But what he did to you, I’m so furious I can’t see straight, and I don’t want to put my hands on you when I’m like that.” Doc brushes a stray curl from in front of my eyes before tipping his head to kiss me gently.
“It’s going to take time for me to process what I know. But don’t ever doubt if I’m all-in.” He slides the palm of his hand across my belly. “Because I am.”
His words bring a rush of tears to my eyes.
Suddenly, I feel exposed.
Vulnerable.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
His face shimmers with surprise, then softens with understanding.
“Are you sure?” he asks gently, taking my face in his hands.
“Please, I need you to.”
His towel slips from his hips, and after he lays me down on the bed, all my doubts are vanquished as he whispers sweet reassurances into my ear and shows me with every warm inch of his body that he is mine.
And when it is over and our breaths calm and we float back down to Earth again, I know I will never have to question his intentions again. What he feels for me is unwavering and irrevocably unshakable.
Afterward, he holds me in his arms as he stares up at the ceiling, and I admire the sharpness of his jawline and the deep blue of his eyes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Two little words that don’t seem enough for what he’s given me, but for him, they’re enough. He smiles, and my heart shatters under the weight of its beauty.
Still, I have one more thing to ask of him.
I take his hand and place it on my chest. “I need you to understand something…”
“Anything,” he says.
“I need the Kings of Mayhem to destroy the Inferno. And the only way you’re going to do that is by cutting off the snake’s head.”
“You want me to kill Max?”
“No, I don’t want him to die. I want him to watch as everything he’s worked for gets taken away from him. I want him to know how it feels to have something precious taken from you.” I fix my eyes to his. “Destroy his meth empire, and you’ll destroy him.”
“Whatever you need…” he tilts my head and brushes a kiss across my lips, “… I’ll do it.”
DOC
And so it begins.
Over the next two weeks, we unleash a savage campaign of destruction against the Inferno’s meth labs, thanks to Lily’s coordinates and inside information. We plan strategically and with meticulous precision and then execute with ferocious firepower, turning each meth lab into a fireball and leaving a pathway of destruction in our wake.
Within days, we have devastated the Inferno’s meth supply and proceed to demolish their cannabis fields. By the end of the month, their income sources are completely decimated.
It’s a dangerous campaign, illegal as fuck, and subject to everything working out exactly as we planned it.
We’re waving a giant red flag at the Inferno, so we expect retaliation, but we’re ready. Our attacks have been methodically calculated with every possible base covered. To aid in our firepower, we bring down our brothers from North Dakota as well as some of our Mississippi and Louisiana brothers.
We also use our security team for extra backup to patrol our clubhouse and keep our interests safe. No one doubts that we have enough manpower to face off with the Inferno whenever they choose to inflict it.
And they will.
We just have to wait.
By day, I’m more active in the club than I’ve ever been. I look after the medical side of our club, but I’m also involved with wreaking havoc on the Inferno, and the satisfaction I get from it is startling.
By night, it’s all about my queen. With every fiber of my being, I worship her in my bed, learning what she likes and dislikes, while studying every curve and plane of her luscious body. My fingers have caressed every inch of her silky skin, my mouth not far behind, and my tongue knows exactly how to make her back arch and her body quake with pleasure.