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CHAPTER 33

Mark

I know just by the way she knocks on my office door that my wife is about to ask about her best friend.

Fuck.

“Come in, sweetheart,” I answer.

“Quinn has a place on the Sound. A warehouse.”

“Okay?” I wait to see what she knows, or, more importantly, what Luna knows.

My gorgeous, sweet-tempered wife switches to whispering in Spanish in order to rip me a brand new asshole.“Don’t youokayme, Mr. Senator! I know you know something about this! If Luna found out about it, your guys must be all over it, so don’t bullshit me!”

“Ellie, baby,” I start.

“Mark!”

“Fine, yes, I know about it. That doesn’t mean I can tell you anything.”

“They’re having a party tonight, Zeno and some men are there at the compound to help Quinn, which I’m sure you already know, too, so is Zeno going to get her out? Is this happening? Tonight?”

“No.” I answer honestly.

“Ugh!”

I stand and cross to hold her, surprised she lets me. She’s been tied up in knots since her best friend married the worst of the underworld and I haven’t been able to comfort her at all. “Command says soon, and that’s better than eventually. And he said the plan was in motion, which is better than in place.”

“You always talk in riddles!”

“I’m not trying to, I promise. Command says soon but no, it’s not tonight. She’s stuck there but she’s safe right? He hasn’t hurt her?”

“Right,” she sniffs and calms, like she forgot that very important fact. From the intel I’ve seen, Luna actuallylikesbeing with that crazy beast of a man. I don’t say that out loud though. I prefer my balls intact.

“Let’s go get you some dinner and a hot shower, you can’t keep getting worked up, okay?” I say, placing a spread palm on her stomach. Still reeling that she’s carrying my child. It’s early days but I’m…ecstatic. And she is too, when she stops fretting over her friend. “She’s safe for now. Let’s go eat. Alright,mi amor?”

“Alright.”

CHAPTER 34

Quinn

“Again,” I say to Finn.

“Doesn’t the party start soon?” He asks, exhausted. I’ve been training him for over an hour, after he had a full day pulling out a dead tree stump by himself which is brutal, back-breaking work.

I glare, “Oh I’m sorry, did you need to go shower and dress and put on fucking perfume? I said again!”

“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” Finn quivers under my angry stare.

See? Is that so hard?

Not like when I glare at my wife and she fucking laughs.

I taunt her, push her, scold her, even insult her, and every time on the mat she looks up at me, lips parted, like she…sees me. Not Skulls Quinn the psychotic megalomaniac. Me.

She bats her lashes at me and I fucking fold like a dollar store deck chair.