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“He is going to press charges,” I said, clinging to him. I didn’t want him to go to jail.

“No, he won’t,” Liam replied, then kissed the top of my head. “I swear.”

I shook my head. “You don’t know him, Liam. He doesn’t like to lose, and you just humiliated him. He will be furious.”

Liam chuckled. “I doubt it, but I really hope he’s stupid enough to try.”

The elevator opened, and we stepped out. The lobby was like upstairs. Empty. Where was everyone?

A tattooed man with short platinum-blond hair stepped around the corner and nodded at Liam. I glanced back at him as we left, trying to figure out if he was Mafia or Judgment.

Was that how the place had been vacated? The Mafia had done all this?

“Your suitcases are already in my car,” Liam said when we stepped outside.

I stopped and took a deep breath before looking at him.

“I said I needed time. And just because I left with you doesn’t change that. I left because I had to choose you or Wallace, and it will always be you. That isn’t even a choice. But, Liam, I want to be someone you respect. I want to do something that makes you proud. I want my son to have a mother he is proud of. I’m thirty-one, and I’ve not accomplished anything. I have no college degree, I can’t afford a car, and now, I have no apartment.”

Liam grabbed my chin, and his eyes narrowed. “For starters, that shit about your car was me being a fucking dick. Being able to afford a car doesn’t give a person worth. And there are millionaires who don’t have a college degree. That doesn’t matter either. As for an apartment”—he shook his head—“darlin’, you are my home. You will be our son’s home. A structure doesn’t mean shit. A house is an empty shell without the soul of the home inside of it. You’re that for me. You’ll be that for our son. Not every kid has that kind of mom. They aren’t blessed with someone who is willing to fight for them, who will give up anything for them, who will endure pain to save them from it.”

Liam brushed back some hair that had blown into my face.

“You’re my hero.” His words, thick with emotion, were said with pride shining in his eyes.

46

Liam

As I walked in the front entrance of Devil’s with the mail in my hand, my thoughts were on our doctor’s appointment yesterday. I’d been able to schedule some fancy-ass ultrasound that cost extra, where we could see our little guy better. He looked so much like his momma, and it made me smile.

Tex was directing a liquor delivery, and some of the new girls were working with the head of our entertainers, Divinity. Her real name was actually Melba, but if anyone called her that, she’d shove a fork in their eye.

Liberty came walking around the corner with an iPad in her hands. I stopped just to watch her. I loved having her here, and she had my files so damn organized that we’d ended up saving money on supplies for the past two months.

“Tex, what is this bill?” she asked, showing him. “It’s not one I’m familiar with. It looks like paper products, but why are we buying from two distributers?”

I watched my enforcer frown. “Not sure.”

“Okay, I’ll call.” She still hadn’t spotted me when she turned to tap away on that iPad I’d gotten her so she could be mobile while doing her filing and organizing.

One of the new girls walked by and stopped when she noticed Liberty’s round stomach. It was fucking adorable on her. It was difficult not touching it all the time. She was always laughing and swatting my hands away while we were working.

“Uh, so did we decide to add a kink to the show?” the girl asked with an amused smirk.

Liberty looked up from the iPad. I started in that direction, ready to fire the girl before she said another word.

“Oh, no,” Liberty told her with a smile. “I only get naked for one man. Run along now and get back to work.”

A grin spread across my face, and I slid one hand behind her, then covered her stomach with my other one. Liberty tilted her head back. Those honey eyes went soft as she gazed up at me lovingly. I pressed a kiss to her lips, then cut my eyes at the new dancer.

“I see you’ve met my queen,” I drawled.

The girl’s eyes widened, and she looked back at Divinity nervously before turning back to me.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she was …” She paused, not sure what to call her.

“Mine,” I supplied.

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