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gh ripping through my throat that pull

sped, clutch

h shattered. All three men moved simultaneously, convergin

orting my upper back with clinical perfection while pressing a c

nto one knee beside the cot. His massive, calloused hand wrapped gently a

l, invading my personal space with a cocky grin, his thumb rea

a low, smoky rasp that sent an unexpected shiver

ed by the sheer density of male muscle, heat, and

icking the blonde's boot out from under him. "Give the girl roo

moothly, unbothered by the threat, his p

it directly into my lap. The key had a custom skull emblem attached to it. "That starts th

mbling voice vibrating against the metal floorboards.

of all hesitation. He reached down to the tactical holster on his thigh, drew a matte-b

n, my blade, and my life belong to you n

sting against my thighs, my heart thumping wildly against my

k curving his lips. He reached into his breast pocket and produced

sician. Inside that drive is the complete financial ledger of Raven MC's illegal arms distribution and their offshore du

ike an orphaned sister they were obligated to protect. They were lo

and Zane toward the rear bench of the coach like an exh

ty of it broke the heavy ice inside my chest. A small, genuine sm

olled bassinet pod near the window. A second later, the other

gently held my shoulders down. "You stay right ther

three deadly outlaws froze, then swarme

rming baby in the blanket, his entire six-foot-three frame locked up in absolute terror. His massive hands,

ane laughed, shoving his

ly slapped the back of Zane's wrist with

your hands, you degener

ants into his arms with practiced, effortless tenderness. He turned around, cradling the

d carefully placed the babi

to draw their weapons in pure jealousy,

his breath, crossing his arms an

who would happily tear the world apart just to keep us safe. The suffocating terror that had haunted me

d provided in my medical kit-buz

vice into my palm while Mama El was b

from the underground broker network I had se

"RAVEN-WITCH" ENCRYPTION KEY BY R

k web for the ghost who held his club's secrets, entirely unawar

was about