Ghost walking toward me, a filled body bag over his shoulder.

Now Ghosthis gaze glancing off me as he passedhis expression was inscrutable.

I sensed motion in the hall and looked down it to see Knight come toward me from the great room.

He approached, stopping in front of me.

You died tonight, Livvie.

I put a hand to the wall but didnt tear my gaze from Knight.

Sebring.

He wasnt making me free.

He was making me free.

You, I said softly, saying no more.

Knight got me.

Ill be good knowin my brother is happy.

My heart kept feeling funny but I knew what the feeling was in my eyes.

Tears stinging.

For me to be free, we were disappearing. No roads could lead to us. Too dangerous.

I was getting Nick.

Nick was losing his family.

I couldnt do that. Nick had worked hard at earning back his family.

I cant I began.

You think I finally got him, and he finally got you, Id let anyone keep me away? he asked.

I swallowed.

That made me feel better.

Knight grinned at me and with that, he was almost as beautiful as his brother.

Youll lay low. Well sort shit. Then well have a family reunion.

Yes, that made me feel better.

I nodded.

Not much time, a mans voice muttered and I saw the brown-headed, scarred guy moving down the hall from the back of the house.

He had a gasoline canister dangling from his fingers.

I looked back and caught it as Knight lifted his chin to the guy then grabbed my hand, reaching out to take my carry-on from Sylvie in his other.

He moved me toward the pool doors.

I looked back into a hall that now held Sylvie, Raid, Ghost and the scarred man.

Thank you, I called as Knight dragged me out the door.

Dont get bored senseless in the middle of fucking nowhere, Sylvie called back as the door swung closed behind me.

That was not going to happen.

I felt my lips start curving.

Knight pulled me down the side of the pool until I started almost running to match him step for step, nearly surpassing him on our way to the back gate.

There was a Maserati in my alley. He helped me into the front seat, threw my bag in the trunk, got in beside me and took off like a shot down the alley.

We were three blocks away before I looked back.

The flames consuming the vast mansion that was so not me (even when I didnt know what me was) were already dancing toward the sky.

Valenzuela, Knight stated.

I settled back in my seat and looked to him.

Sorry?

He looked at me out of the side of his eye quickly before returning his attention to the road.

Benito Valenzuela murdering her sisterll keep Georgia occupied while we take care of the rest of the business. Same time it does that, obviously itll keep her from thinkin she needs to look for you.

They were framing Valenzuela.

I did not want to know and knew not to ask. Filled body bags. Gasoline. It was not for me to know. I knew this because, even if I asked, Nick would have made it so they didnt tell me.

Still, I started, Knight

He didnt look out the side of his eye then, but glanced fully at me before he looked back to the street.

No matter what you saw, no one got harmed in the making of that scenario, Livvie. He jerked his head to indicate behind us. That you can trust. Now you just gotta keep trusting and let Nicks plan play out.

I drew in a sharp breath.

This was Nick.

All Nick.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I knew two things.

One, I was smiling at the windshield.

And the other, I knew what was happening to my heart.

For the first time in my life, it felt light.

We did not go to DIA.

We went to a private airstrip and Knight and I got into a private jet.

We were taxiing not even five minutes after the doors were closed.

Wasting no time.

Nick was wasting no time getting me back to him.

I closed my eyes as we took off.

When we were climbing into the sky, I opened them, turning my head so I was looking out the window.

We were flying east.

We were flying into the dawn.

We were heading straight to the morning light.

I was going to Nick.

Another first in my thirty-one years of life.

I was going home.

Creed

Thirty Minutes Later

His wifes back to the wall, her ass in his hands, his cock drilling inside her, the noises of them fucking filling their hotel room, Creed felt her move her hands so they framed his face.

He lifted it out of her neck and looked to his Sylvie.

At the look in her green eyes, he stopped moving, buried deep inside her.

I love you, she whispered.

Yeah.

Fuck yeah.

His Sylvie.

Born to love me, baby, like I was born to love you, he whispered back.

Her eyes got soft as they dropped to his mouth. He suspected his did too, as he dropped his mouth to hers.

Creed kissed her, moving her from the wall. Still inside her, he walked her to the bed and put them both into it.

There, they stopped fucking.

They finished making love.

His Sylvie had wanted four kids.

She wanted it, Creed gave it to her.

But that night, Creed gave her number five.

Raid

Thirty Minutes Later

Raid walked across the porch with its now-empty porch swing to the door, through it and into the farmhouse.