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I blew her a kiss and stood, taking my man’s hand. “Feed me then, mon amour.”

CHAPTER THREE

BLAZE

As we walked into the break room, I looked down at my little firecracker once again while he smiled, waved, and greeted every person in there. The man was too damn good-looking for his own good. Too nice. Too charming. Drove me fucking crazy with the amount of attention he got. But at least I could say he was mine.

At least I could tell any fucker looking at him that he was taken.

And if they didn’t get the message, I would remove their eyes and make them eat them so they were clear that he was mine.

All fuckin’ mine.

Although, if I was still in the business of selling body parts on the black market, I would have thought about keeping the eyes for the money.

I gave up Henri once because of the shit I dealt in. I’d be a damn fool to lose him again. The first time had nearly broken me, and the only thing that kept me from going mad was watching him from afar.

I’d stalked him on the days I was desperate to see and hear him. I’d also installed a couple of cameras around his place.

It was just luck that no other fucker had been with him at his house or those times I followed him through the streets. If there had been, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from ending them in one way or another.

He’d been an addictive hobby. My obsession.

I wanted to know he was always safe, which was why I had to move the computer room here to Polished. To be close in a place where shit could go down. Thank fuck nothing had happened since he’d started.

When we stopped in front of the buffet line to grab some warm food, I thought again about how well this place was set up. The brothers of the Diamond MC knew how to treat their employees.

“Mon amour, what are you having?” Henri asked as he picked up a tray.

I took another one and set it beside his on the rails. “Just put on mine whatever you wanna try.” I’d eat about anything, and I knew Henri liked to pick or try different things.

He beamed up at me, and went to his toes to kiss my jaw. My gut danced. It always did.

He’d been the only man to get that type of reaction out of me—just another reason I’d become infatuated with him.

As he grabbed food, he called out to the cooks in the back, telling them, “Bonjour, everything looks amazing like always. Harriet, how’s the little one?” After she answered, he went on. “That’s great. Bruce, did Audrey get that part in the musical?” Bruce grinned and told Henri all about it.

The light of my life didn’t care we only had so long to eat. He made sure everyone around him knew he saw them.

Like he’d seen me.

And that was after he’d saved my ass.

Hell, I’d fallen for the guy the moment he glowered down at me as I bled out.

I’d been damn blessed when he stumbled upon me and was brave enough to take me back to his place.

I moved over to a table, placed our trays down, and pulled out Henri’s seat for him. He slipped down into it before I took hold of the chair next to him and moved it closer to his side to sit.

“You know I love you,” he said. When I looked at him, I grunted. He smirked. “And you know you’re stuck with me forever and ever.”

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“What do you need?” I asked.

He laughed. “What would you say to someone else joining our family?”

Dropping my fork, I gripped his throat and pulled him close. “I share you with no one.”