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MIAThe first thing I notice when I wake is the dull throbbing behind my forehead. It isn't unbearable, but it is enough to make me lie still for a moment with my eyes closed, trying to understand where I am. The last thing I remember is Rhett's arms around me as he carried me toward his truck, my cheek pressed against his chest. Then my eyes open, and the unfamiliar ceiling above me immediately tells me that I am nowhere I recognize.I push myself upright slowly, waiting for the room to settle before I look around. The bed beneath me is narrow and covered with a dark blanket, with a small metal cabinet beside it and a glass of water sitting on top. The room doesn't look like an ordinary bedroom. It looks as though someone took a section of a garage bay and turned it into a place where someone could sleep when they needed to. A workbench takes up most of one wall, covered with wrenches, screwdrivers, sockets, and pieces of motorcycle parts I don't recognize. Several helmets sit on

RHETT*Tell Saint I'm dead.*Mia's words keep replaying in my head as I walk through the garage toward the main doors. She had looked straight at me when she said them, and there had been nothing uncertain in her voice. She wanted me to lie to my brother. She wanted me to make Saint believe she was dead.I'm not going to do that.I won't lie to Saint, and I won't lie to anyone else for the sake of making this easier, especially not for the stupid bastard who has spent his entire life making decisions first and dealing with the consequences only when they finally catch up with him.Part of me wants to give Mia exactly what she asked for. I want Saint to feel the full weight of believing his wife is dead. I want him to wake up tomorrow with the image that he walked away carrying another woman while Mia was left behind.But wanting him to suffer isn't the same as giving him what he deserves. If I tell him Mia is dead, I'm making the choice for her. I've spent three years watching my brot

MIA“Black Reign.”The name drops between us so casually that for a second, I think I must have heard him wrong.I stare at Rhett. “Black Reign?”He gives me a small nod, his expression unreadable as he leans against the edge of the workbench. “Yes.”“You're taking me there?”“If that's what you want.”There is no hesitation in his answer, and somehow that makes my chest tighten more than it should.“If you don't want to go, you don't have to,” he adds. “I'm not forcing you into anything, Mia. You can stay here until you're strong enough to decide what you want to do, or you can come with me. Either way, the choice is yours.”I stare at him for several seconds.Choice.That word feels strange now.Saint had three years to make me feel like I belonged beside him, and somehow I always ended up feeling like something he had inherited along with the club. Now Rhett is standing in front of me, offering me exactly what Saint never did.A choice.Silence stretches between us while I look ar

MIA~For one terrifying second, I forget how to breathe.Rhett is looking directly at my hands.My fingers tighten over my stomach before I force myself to relax them, because I cannot tell him. Not now. I barely know what kind of man Rhett is. I know what people say about him, I know what Saint told me, and I know there are things about my father's death that Rhett refuses to explain. I also know that I am carrying a child who has become the only thing in my life that matters more than my own fear.If Rhett finds out I'm pregnant, I don't know what he will think. Maybe he will look at me and see Saint's wife carrying Saint's child and decide he wants nothing to do with either of us. If that happens, I lose the protection I desperately need.So I lie.“No,” I say, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I didn't hurt it. I think I'm still sore from everything that happened, and when I'm nervous, I hold my stomach without realizing I'm doing it. I've always had little habits like that when

MIAHe doesn’t move his hand. He keeps that slow, filthy pressure right where my pussy is throbbing.“You heard me.”“How did you know I was thinking about—”“Your whole body changed.” His voice is low and pissed and intimate all at once. “One second you were riding my hand. Next second you went somewhere else. I know that look. I’ve seen it on you before. Don’t put him in this room with us.”I’m shocked enough that I almost laugh, except nothing about this is funny. “You were watching my face while you—”“Yes.” His thumb presses harder through the fabric, right against my pussy. I jerk. “I watch everything, Mia. Especially you. Especially when you’re this close to coming on my fingers and you still haven’t taken your pants off.”God damn it, was Rhett this shameless?“Rhett.”“Say his name if you want. I’ll make you forget it. If not now, but soon enough”“I wasn’t—”“You were.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then lower, open-mouthed against my throat while his hand k