Sinful Empire (The Anti-Heroes Collection Book 3)

vibrations ripping through her body from the toy in her pussy. “I’m going to come.”

“Not until I’m buried deep inside that ass I own. My woman. My wife. My love.”

A tender expression flashes across her face. “You don’t play fair.”

“I never have. I never will. Not when it comes to you. Now, tell me what I want to hear.” I move my fingers in and out, and her muscles clench.

“I love you.”

“And?”

This ring doesn’t come off your finger again,” I tell her as I slip it back on where it belongs.

Her eyes light up at the sight of it before meeting mine and going hard. “They’ll have to pry it off my cold, dead hand.”

“Don’t you fucking say that. I almost broke in that hospital waiting room, thinking I lost you. And I don’t ever want to feel that way again either.”

She swallows, threatening tears turning her green eyes shiny again as she leans into me. “Kiss me, and we have a deal.”

The pain of that memory washes away with the touch of her lips on mine.

may as well change my name to Keira, because all I’ve done for the last ten minutes is pace the living room of our suite. I tried to work, but my concentration was blown knowing she’s on her way home.

Home.

I’ve never called these rooms by that name, but with her here, everything shifted.

The lock on the outer door disengages and she steps through the threshold, her wild red hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, tendrils hanging loose around her face. V nods at me from behind her and closes the door as soon as she’s all the way inside.

My wife.

My lover.

My love.

I thought hell was the foster care system or living on the streets. I was wrong. Hell is a hospital waiting room, not knowing if the only woman you’ve ever loved will live or die.

I offer everything I have—including my own fucking life—to God, the devil, and any higher power who will listen if they’ll just let her live.

Why wouldn’t you take me? I’m the piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to touch someone as good as her.

Maybe there are some souls that are too black for even hell to want.

I hit my knees, and for the first time in over thirty years, wetness slides down my cheeks as I pray.

Fear. It’s not a feeling I’ve had in years, but it grips me like a demon from hell as Keira’s eyes roll back in her head and I haul her out of a pile of dead bodies in Hope’s mausoleum.

In thirty years, I’ve never gone to a hospital or called the police for help. But for Keira, I would do anything.

Hold on. Hold the fuck on. Don’t you fucking die on me, Keira!”

It’s Lachlan’s voice.

Or am I dreaming again?

I can’t separate reality from nightmares anymore. At least, until I lift my head and a flashlight beam blinds me.

“Keira!”

“Lachlan?”

He reaches inside and his hand wraps around mine. “Don’t you fucking die on me, hellion. Not now. Not ever.”

For the first time in my life, I pray for sirens to be louder, come faster, because my entire world is crumbling. Keira’s blood looks almost black in the moonlight as it stains the grass, regardless of the pressure I keep on the wound.

“This is not fucking happening! You will live, goddammit! Don’t you fucking leave me! I love you!”

Lachlan will burn this city to the ground if anything happens to me

“What did you do to her?” I growl out the words.

“You weren’t supposed to love her. You were only supposed to love me. So I buried her like the rest of them!”

My roar fills the office a second before I pull the trigger. The bullet slams into her hand, and she screams as blood spurts out.

D rushes into the room, his eyes darting from J to me and back.

“Boss?”

“Lock J up. Don’t you fucking lose sight of her or I’ll kill you both. Z and I are going to find my wife, and you all better pray she’s still alive.”