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He didn’t even look at me.

His eyes stayed glued to Piper as he stared at her with guilt, longin’, and anger. He watched her as if he weren’t currently bleedin’ all over my woman’s floor. As if I didn’t have a gun pressed to his fuckin’ head.

I was vaguely aware of more noises fillin’ the house as I tried to remind myself that there was some downside to pullin’ the trigger and blowin’ his fuckin’ brains out.

I trusted him. I trusted him with my woman, with my business. I treated him like a brother. And this is what he does? He scared my woman. He watched her. He touched her. Every word from his fuckin’ mouth, voiced like a concern, like he had my fuckin’ back, was to take Piper away from me. To take my sweetness. He hurt her.

I didn’t protect her, and hehurther.

“Piper needs you.”

Those words flipped a switch and broke me from my thoughts. I looked to the side and saw Detective Oscar standin’ close with her gun aimed at me. There was another cop next to her with his pointed at Z.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, Jake. You can’t see Piper every day if you’re in jail,” she pointed out. “We’ve got this, okay?”

I looked down at Z again. Despite multiple guns pointin’ at him, he hadn’t moved. His eyes were still locked on Piper.

MyPiper, pale and unconscious because he’d hurt her.

“Piper needs you” Detective Oscar repeated.

Droppin’ my arm, I handed my gun off to a startled cop.

Climbin’ into the bed, I pulled Piper carefully into my lap. I pressed my lips to her head, the smell of cake filling my nose.

Chapter Fourteen

Moving On

Piper

“Wake up. Please, fuck, baby, wake up.”

“What do you want, Mr. Bossy Pants? I’m sleeping.” Yawning, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself.

“What? Now that you’re gonna be Mrs. Bossy Pants tomorrow, you don’t wanna fuck?”

“Suddenly, I’m not feeling so tired,” I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before climbing onto my fiancé.

“You kept grindin’ your ass against me, makin’ all sorts of sexy little noises in your sleep. Havin’ good dreams?” Jake leaned up on his elbows to kiss my chest as I straddled him.

“The best. I was marrying this super sexy badass with a huge dick and he was going to fuck me. And will you look at that, I must still be dreaming.”

Jake’s growl rumbled against me. Lifting me by my hips, he positioned himself to enter me but held back. I tried to push down but his grip tightened. “You know what I wanna hear.”

“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Please fuck me.”

Jake pulled me down as his hips thrust up.

Leaning forward, I clutched his shoulders.

One of his hands moved up my side and ribs, the tenderness a sharp contrast to the urgency of our movements. Rubbing gently under my breast, it came to rest in the center of my chest.

Anger flashed across his face, quickly followed by pain and relief.

Like I’d done for the past month whenever Jake did this, I brought my hand up to cover his, pressing it closer to me. I began moving faster until my heart beat pounded so quickly it would have been impossible for him not to feel it.

Even still, it wasn’t until I inhaled deeply that I saw the last bit of tension leave his face.