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One. Two. Straight through his head. The motherfucker is dead.
“Stone!” The first voice that calls out to me is Saint’s.
The next voice is my dad’s. “In here,” I call out, grab the bag, and continue what Trey had started. Stuffing it full of money.
“You okay in here?”
“Sure am. Trey is dead,” I answer, nodding as I hold up the bag. “The Skull Crushers are over.”
Dad nods. “They won’t be a problem anymore.”
“Let’s go home.” All I want is to see Ivy. To hold her in my arms and hear her tell me the truth.
That she loves me.
“What about the last part of your plan?” Dad asks with a smile. “Burn this shit to the ground.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Ivy
The screen door opens and I pause my frantic pacing. “Stone?”
He’s in the doorway, covered in blood and yuck. But Good Lord, he is the best damn thing I’ve seen in hours.
“Stone. You’re home.” I rush to him and wrap my arms around his slender waist, pressing my face to his chest.
“Told you I’d be back.” His big hand strokes my hair, and his sweet murmurs are more than I can bear.
I look up at him with tears swimming in my eyes. “I was so worried.” My hands go to his face first, swiping away the blood and bits of skin. “Is that skin?”
“It’s brain,” he answers with a half-smile.
“Gross,” I reply and pull back. “You’re okay? Really?”
He nods. “I am. Better than okay. That fucker is gone, and I got my girl right here worrying her pretty little head over me.”
“Shut up,” I growl, removing his kutte and his blood—and brain—splattered clothing until he’s in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I inspect every inch of him until I’m confident there are no bullet holes or knife wounds. “You’re okay?”
A long breath escapes, and my legs wobble, but not before I press a kiss over his chest. “Stone.”
“Babe, I’m more than okay.”
“I know,” I breathe, but the relief is overwhelming.
“Come on,” he takes my hand in his and tugs me toward the shower. “Let’s go get that sponge bath you promised me so I can kiss you properly.”
“Sponge bath with all those blood and guts on you? Hah! You need a power wash.”
He nods, a slow smile on his face. “Okay, come power wash me, baby.” He reaches inside and cranks on the hot water before slowly undressing me.
“Trey’s dead?”
“Yep. I made sure of it.”
I don’t ask anything else because I don’t want to know. Maybe later, I’ll ask for details, but right now, all I want is Stone. I want to feel his hard body under my hands and my lips, to feel his cock thrusting into me to remind me that he’s safe. “I’m glad.”
He slides the shower door open, and I step inside first, to grab the shampoo. When he joins me, I push him under the water and scrub his head. Stone must love head massages because he just moaned and it went straight between my thighs.
