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I gasped. “No, you didn’t. I would’ve rememberedthat.”

“I told you when I made you my old lady,” he said.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “Nope.Thatdoesn’t count.”

He chuckled. “It does. In fact, nothing countsmorethan that.”

“Nope,” I insisted. “You have tosaythe words.”

“Fine. I’ll say it again. I love you.”

Sighing in pure joy, I leaned in as he kissed me. Not long ago, if someone had told me this was going to happen I wouldn’t have believed them. I didn’t even know if Lockout was interested in me, let alone that we would get out of our own ways if he was.

Now here we were and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. To give him babies. To raise our families with his brothers and my sisters. I needed to be careful. If I got much happier, I was going to implode.

CHAPTER 37

Lockout

“They’re in the presidential suite on the top floor,” Rip said in a low voice as we entered the hotel.

“Nice fucking digs for a bunch of shit bags,” Toxic said, eyeing the chandelier hanging in the foyer.

Rip had let us know once Hangman and his crew had crossed into Arizona. We still weren’t sure whether they had actually found Ford and his boys, but either way, they’d made their way to Tucson and had met up with the Phoenix Chapter. That was how I knew they were planning to start shit. They hadn’t headed over to Phoenix, but instead, had stopped here. I wasn’t going to let them get the jump on me.

“Who knew the LoS would have good taste?” Warrant added.

“Apparently selling women and children against their will pays well,” Butcher said, a sneer on his lips.

Priest held the elevator door while we piled on. It was a tight fucking fit with this many of us but no one was willing to wait forthe next one. A couple of people glanced our way as the elevator doors closed, but no one stopped us.

Security wouldn’t be far behind. The look on the concierge’s face when we strolled through the lobby was enough to tell me that. He was probably trying to figure out if we were some of the bikers who were staying here as VIPs. That was likely the only reason we managed to get to the bank of elevators without getting stopped to begin with.

We swarmed out of the elevator like zombies in one of Sean’s video games, because as soon as those fucking doors opened, there was three of our targets sitting there, waiting.

“Shit!” the first one barked, scrambling for his gun.

We got there first. The shots were loud inside this little fucking tin can and the hallway, but it couldn’t be helped. We hadn’t brought silencers with us. We hadn’t known where these fuckers were going to stop and hole up for the night. This fancy ass hotel hadn’t been what I was expecting.

Motioning to Hellfire, I watched, gun drawn as he put his shoulder into the door. The middle of it splintered around him like kindling. Butcher finished it off as soon as Hell stepped aside, by putting his boot just below the handle. It swung open, accompanied by more bullets.

We moved to the sides of the hallway, hugging the walls while the LoS shot through the now open door.

Riptide pulled something out of the bag he had slung over his shoulder and then popped the pin on a smoke grenade and tossed it into the room.

The shooting stopped as cursing and yelling started up inside.

“Kill anyone you find,” I told them. I was going to make sure I found Hangman first. That fucker was mine.

Leading the way through the door and into the smoke, I squinted as I tried to make out anything inside the suite. Someone had killed the lights, so it was dark and hazy.

Movement to my left had me swinging my gun in that direction and pulling the trigger twice. The man went down with a scream. I knew it wasn’t one of my guys because they were all behind me. But we were going to have to be careful not to end up with friendly fire in here.

“Clear the place,” I ordered. “Don’t shoot each other.”

I went to the right, stepping into what had to be the master bedroom if that fucking gigantic bed was any indication.

“Lock.”