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First up? We need to make some DNA disappear. And with arguably one of the best hackers in the world now at my disposal, that shouldn’t be too hard.

Chapter 47

Trey

Three Months Later

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I was never sure of that before. Now? I believe it wholeheartedly. My heart may be fonder, but it marches alongside bone-deep loneliness, no matter how many people I am surrounded with.

Nate, Eric, Tessa, Dutch, The Duke and her men—the ten-bedroom Georgian house we’re occupying sees a constant stream of people coming and going. But even as I tentatively make friends amongst some of the crew, it’s not enough to curb the longing.

When I finally walked out of the bedroom I was stuck in for so long, things were a little tense at first between me and The Duke, and a couple of her men.

The Duke wasn’t pleased that I had been able to infiltrate her organization, but when I explained how I had managed it, and offered to fix the holes in her security, she at least stopped fingering the whip she carries like she wanted to use it on me.

Some of the men were another story. I had, after all, put a bullet through the eyes of one of their own. I kept evidence in case I ever needed it, and was glad of it when they cornered me in the house’s basement gym. Turns out that Mike was a gambler, and owed money to a loan shark. I had discovered that he was stealing from The Duke, and so when the time came, I chose death instead of knocking him out.

Some of them still eye me with wariness, but The Duke’s acceptance of me has most of them at least giving me a nod as we pass in the halls.

Nate is leaving in a few days to fly back to Chicago and collect Rebecca. Eric and I have everything in place to hack into the security system at New Beginnings. Yes, they own the place, so it’s not exactly difficult, but with the doctor being reluctant, we decided it was better to stage a jailbreak. More fun, if you will. I wanted to go, but Nate vetoed it, pushing me up against the wall and threatening to eviscerate me if I didn’t stand down. I stood down.

I’ve spent the last few months recovering. It’s been a long, hard road. I’ve always been strong and been proud of the way my body works like a well-oiled machine. I know I’m not as young as I used to be, but it’s galling how weak I’d become laying in that bed for so long.

My time abed I spent learning everything there was to know about how the Bannermans and The Duke run their businesses, along with everything there was to know about the trafficking ring—which we never did come up with a name for. Eric tried a few that had everyone either laughing or scowling, but nothing ever came of it.

I’m now feeling stronger than ever, having put the gym to good use as soon as I was able to hobble around on my own. I just need my wife to be complete—beside me, under me, on top of me—right where she belongs.

***

Two Weeks Later

“Honies, I’m home!” comes a roar that echoes through the house. I freeze, my heart stuttering to a stop, before coming alive, threatening to pound out of my chest. Tossing the magazine I’d been reading on the floor, I tear out of my room, the door crashing behind me as I race down the stairs at a dangerous pace.

The woman standing in the entryway turns, her eyes going wide as she takes in the monster rushing towards her. Collapsing to her knees, a keening wail rips from her chest, her gaze locked on mine, as if afraid I would disappear should she look away. I stumble to a stop, then reach down, pulling her to her feet and into my arms.

Rebecca’s legs wrap around my waist, and without so much as an acknowledgment to anyone, I race back up the stairs, locking my door behind me. Pressing Rebecca into the wall, I support her weight as my lips crash down onto hers, eager to devour her after our long separation.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close, and I can taste the saltiness of her tears as they course down her face. Pulling back slightly, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the delicate fragrance that belongs uniquely to her.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, wife.” Leaning back, I search her eyes, needing her to know how I feel. “I love you, Rebecca Williams. Always.”

A small corner of her lip raises, her eyes filled with hope and love. And a sadness that I know I put there when she believed I was dead.

“I love you too, Trey. Never do that to me again. You need to promise me, Trey. Please.”

“Death won’t stop me from loving you, baby. Not now, not a hundred years from now. I meant it when I saidalways.” She nods, a little hiccup escaping as she tightens her legs around my waist. My cock surges up, desperate to be inside her. Rebecca gasps as I grind it against her core, a needy whimper leaving her lips.

Dropping her legs down, I steady her, then slowly begin peeling her clothes off, savoring the view. Once she’s bare, I drop to my knees, running my hands up her legs, followed by my tongue and lips. Tracing every inch of her silken skin, moving slowly but steadily higher as I go.

I note the new scars decorating the tops of her thighs, and I kiss each one, wishing I could have been there to help take away her pain.Never again.Never again will I be separated from her, I swear it.

Bypassing her beautiful cunt, I move further upwards, playfully biting her hip as my hand glides around the other, reaching around to stroke her ass. God, I have missed this, missed her.

Never did I dream that I would actually have this kind of love. I had hoped, done my best to obtain—but a small, secret part of me always doubted that it would ever happen for me. That I was unworthy, unlovable, an Unseen with no hope of ever mattering to anyone. Doomed to a life of lonely solitude and endless searches for love and redemption.

Reaching further up, I bring my mouth to her breast, gently suckling on the nipple before pulling as much of it as I can into my mouth, feasting on the succulent flesh. Rebecca writhes against me, her aching pussy needing satiated. I’m not finished tasting her yet, so she will have to wait.

“Patience,” I murmur against the swell of her breast as a breathy moan sounds from her. I move to the other, giving it the same treatment as my thumb presses against her asshole.