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“Baby—”

She covered his mouth with her fingers. “No, Christopher. I’m your ride-or-die. I always have been, and I always will be.”

“That’s why you my fuckin’ heart and soul, Megan.”

Lifting up, she positioned herself over his cock, wrapped her hand around him, and guided him to her pussy, then slid down. Buried to the hilt inside of her, Christopher groaned.

“Everything’s fine,” she swore, grinding slowly against him.

His fucking gut told him that wasn’t true. However, his cock insisted he ignore the morbid motherfucker and lose himself in his woman.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Expecting to sit and shoot the shit with his brother while processing the fact that Harley was out of fucking control and his marriage might be over, Mortician never expected to face a life-or-death situation when he walked into the club.

CJ collapsed in his arms, then immediately began convulsing.

“Fuck!” Mort cried, panic coursing through him as chaos erupted around him. Narci, Potter, Digger, and Diesel were shouting and the club girls were screaming.

Gripping CJ, Mortician sank to his knees and held him tightly. He didn’t want him to hit his head or further injure himself.

“God, no!” Diesel said. “No, no, no.”

“Little bro,” Digger called, suddenly next to Mort and shaking CJ.

“Get some fucking Naloxone,” Mort ordered, trying to hold his shit together but on the verge of losing it as the life drained from CJ.

Digger shook CJ again. “Kid, it’s me!” he cried. “Ashfuck Dig! Wake up!”

CJ stopped moving and went limp.

“Go get Prez and Meggie, Digger,” Mort said, his voice trembling.

At the words, the world seemed to stop. All the male voices and female screeches quieted. No one moved or spoke. Fuck, he doubted anyone drew a breath.

“Now!” Mort roared. “Potter, call 911.”

“911?” one of the girls said as Narci rushed away. “No!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mortician said, laying CJ on the floor to start administering CPR.

Diesel released a sob. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he chanted.

“Go, Digger,” Mort said.

Digger staggered to his feet, tears streaking his cheeks. Tipping his head to shoulder away his tears, he hurried out of the clubhouse.

“Diesel, pull yourself together. I might need your help.”

Mort alternated between chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But it wasn’t working. CJ was turning gray.

“No, fuck,” Mort said on a sob. “Come on, CJ. Come on.”

He repeated the steps. As devastated as he and Prez would be,everybody, CJ’s death would destroy Meggie. No matter what anybody else thought about her, Mort knew she was a good woman who loved her kids and adored her man. She’d devoted her adult life to her family and to the club. Despite everything, she always fought her way through. She survivedand thrived.

Except this.Anythingexcept this. LosingCJwould break her.

A gasp caught in CJ’s throat, before he went still again.