Riding in a cage to his supply depot rubbed him the wrong way, but he’d not risk anyone taking a potshot at them. Margaret was too important to him. Glancing over at Margaret, he smiled when he saw that she was out cold, sitting in his passenger seat with her seat belt snapped snugly in place. The woman was goddamn beautiful, even sleeping. No. She was beautiful, especially when she was sleeping.

A swirl of long dark hair had come loose from its binding and curled along the delicate curve of her neck. It was a neck he wanted to kiss over and over before stripping her bare and shoving into her soft warm heat. Almost snorting a laugh at how overtly sexual his feelings were for her, he knew it was his own way of tricking himself into minimizing how important she was to him. The cold hard fact of the matter was if she couldn’t have sex ever again for some reason, it honestly wouldn’t change the way he felt about her even a little bit.

A sharp stab of pure unadulterated aggravation surged through his chest as he thought of all the damned cat and mouse games Donovan had played with them over the last few weeks. It had been enough to make the short period of time feel like months. Worst of all, the stupid bastard had put Margaret in danger. The fucker had balls, to have kidnaped a woman, hold her against her will and force her to perform contract killings. It killed him how she made light of it by saying her targets and her abductors were all as bad as each other. It was clearly an ego defense mechanism of some sort to keep for having to feel like shit about performing contract killings. Deep down inside she had to know shit like that was wrong.

Dark worried that she was going to elect to team up with Johnny and her sister and keep doing it. He couldn’t say that it would a deal breaker exactly but he’d definitely hate it. Killing was something that had never gotten any easier in all the years he found himself having to do it. In his heart, he knew it was the darkest deed a person could commit. Every time he’d been forced to kill, it had stolen a tiny piece of soul. He’d seen robust, good-hearted men become hollowed out soulless creatures after a lifetime of killing. His protective instincts rose when her beautiful eyes fluttered open.

A soft smile slipped onto her face as she sat up and straightened her clothing. “How long did I sleep?”

“Not long.”

“Want me to take a turn driving?”

“We’re nearly there.”

“So where are we going?”

“I thought we’d agreed on my secret underground lair.”

Biting her lip, she shook her head. “I’m talking about us. I’ve been worried you might be having second thoughts.”

“I told you, I’m not. What’s really got you worried?”

Looking away, she stared out the window at the slowly moving scenery for a bit. “I feel like I should work at Dragonfly with Sara and Johnny.”

“Why do you feel like you should?”

“Well, Johnny broke me out of Dragonfly. I feel like I owe him.”

Tossing her a lopsided grin, he responded, “I’m pretty sure your sister made that worth his while.”

Biting her bottom lip, she tried to keep from laughing. “I’m sure she did. Sarah’s my twin sister. We’ve always worked together.”

“No, you haven’t. You shared a fuckin’ life, taking turns being in the military. It’s not the same thing at all.”

“She wants me with her,” Margaret said.

“You know that for a fact, do you?”

Nodding, she opened her mouth and closed it again.

“You’re sister wants you to be happy, Eagle Eye. I can tell you one damn thing; after what Dragonfly did you, you hate the place,” Dark offered.

“I don’t. I get sick at my stomach every time I think about going back. How did you know?”

Shooting her an amused look, he shifted gears. “You said you pay attention to all my quirky idiosyncrasies. Do you honestly believe I didn’t notice how you tense you got every time we walked into the place?”

“You could tell that by looking?”

“You have expressive body language.”

“I’m tired of killing, Dark. I really am.”

Rubbing his chin with one hand, he tightened the other on the steering wheel. “But you don’t know what else to do with yourself, do you?”

Shaking her head, she murmured, “I’ve never done anything besides be in the military and work for Dragonfly.”

Shifting gears, he sped up again. “You’ve done fucking lots more than that, sweetness.”

Running her hands through her hair, she made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat.

Dark wasn’t much given for long monologues but once he started talking, he realized that’s what this situation required. “You’re my queen and you’ll always have a place among the brothers. You have a viable skill set that would come in fuckin’ handy for a lot of jobs. You could be anything from a park ranger, to a private investigator to a bounty hunter. Hell, you’re tough and capable. I could see you doing a lot of different things. You could open your own firing range and teach people how to shoot and a little self-defense on the side. You could be a transporter, like the dude from that movie. I could see you...”

“Back it up, please,” she requested.

“To what?”

“Bounty hunter.”

Grinning, he asked excitedly. “You want to hunt people who jump bail?”

She was wide awake and smiling at him. “Yes.”

“Let me guess? You like tracking them but not killing them?”

Nodding like a bobble head doll, she began talking excitedly about opening her own bail bond and bounty hunting company. Dark relaxed back into his seat, knowing that would be a career choice he could really get behind. It was dangerous enough to be exciting but didn’t involve killing. Dark listened to her ideas and kicked in a few suggestions about alternative review streams such as adding a notary service and selling specialty items for security personnel.

True happiness surged through his chest as they pulled into the supply depot. One of his new prospects opened the door.

“I got good and bad news, sir,” the prospect said.

Dark walked around to the other side of the vehicle. Another of his prospects had already opened Margaret’s door and helped her out. As they walked to the side door, Dark spoke, “Just spit it out.”

“We had trouble at the clubhouse. Some big dude with weird facial scars and beady eyes tried to spring that Dragonfly hag from our lock-up.”

“Anyone get hurt.”

“Fuck yeah, we ain’t about to let them go without a fight. Three prospects took a bullet and Dawg caught another bullet in his shoulder protecting that British chick.” Stepping forward to open the door for them, he continued, “We really should think about separating the two of them. She’s bad luck for him.”

“I would normally tell you that you don’t get paid for thinking. Since I’m inclined to agree with you, I’ll shut the fuck up,” Dark replied.

Grinning, he followed them into the great room. “I do have a bit of good news. Dix managed to shoot the hag but the dude got away. They overheard her call him Aster. We think she was his mother.”

“Great, we fucking created another enemy. Guess we’ll have to deal with him another day.”

“Yes, sir. We set out refreshments. Can I get you anything else?”

“No, thank you, prospect. Just give us some privacy until the mobster and Eagle Eye’s sister get here. Let them in and be nice. They are our number one allies at this point.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior, sir.”

Margaret moved closer and the moment the door was closed, Dark hauled her into his arms. “We ain’t got long before your sister gets here. Are you up for riding my filthy cock?”

Laughing, she looked up at him with a gigantic heart stopping smile. “When you put it that way, what woman could resist?”

Bending down, he tipped her over his shoulder and stalked to his room like a caveman. It wasn’t as romantic as he’d planned but he was aching to be inside her. Dropping her to her feet, he began peeling off his clothes. “How do you want it, sweetness?”

Her eyes lit up. “That reverse cowgirl thing we did the last night we spent at the clubhouse was kind of fantastic.”

“Shoving down his pants, his hard cock sprang free. “I fuckin’ loved that.”

“I feel a little cheated.”

“Really? How? I’ll make it up to you in a fuckin’ heartbeat.”

“You were going to do that nice against-the-wall fuck when we were in the shower, but you got all distracted.” Dark perused her naked body as she kicked her panties away and began backing up to the far wall.

Unsurprisingly, the pulse in his cock was throbbing to the same beat as his heart when he approached her. She froze, looking a little apprehensive like she just might make a run for it. It kicked his predatory instinct into high gear. She backed up until her back hit the wall as he advanced on her. Her eyes drifted closed like a scared little girl when he was a few steps away.

“None of that, sweetness.” Reaching out, he pressed one huge hand to her chest. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, just like his. “You like fucking a big scary biker, don’t you?” Her eyes drifted open and her head dropped slightly as she gazed at him. Her eyelashes were long and dark against her pale skin, making her appear small and helpless. Something about the situation made Dark feel like the big bad wolf when he was about to gobble up red riding hood. “Bikers are hot, sexy, and wild. We love to get rough and dirty in the bedroom. But we’re also violent, unpredictable fucks, so you can never quite be sure what you’re getting yourself into, right sweetness?”

Her voice was low and almost inaudible, “You’d never hurt me.”

“I’ve already spanked your ass until it was red and crammed you full of big biker cock. I’m sure a nice little lady like you hated that.”

Her chest trembled as he slid his hand from the center of his chest to her shoulder. “Get on your fuckin’ knees, you innocent little cock tease.”

Her eyes got large and her mouth dropped into a round circle. Dark had to admit, he loved their little bedroom games. She loved being the innocent little virgin and played the part so well. God help him, but he loved being the big bad wolf.

Dropping quietly to her knees, she grasped him in one hand.

“I never said you could touch with your hands. You’ve been a bad girl. Lick my rod like it’s your favorite lollipop.”

Seeing the eagerness with which she complied with his dirty wishes, made him wish he’d started with a nice hard fuck instead of the sex play. Still, seeing her down on her knees tending to him, was a sight he wouldn’t have wanted to miss. The vision of his thick rod moving in and out of her mouth while she looked up at him through those lashes was too much.

Pulling her up, he grabbed her legs. His pretty little sniper almost climbed his body in her eagerness to get into position. Sliding her up the wall, he positioned himself before lowering her down enough to pound into her tender flesh. Sliding home, he murmured, “You having fun yet, Eagle Eye?”

Kissing, licking, and nipping at his neck really made him wild for her. Hearing her response to his question made his rod throb inside her. “Best sex of my entire life, sir.”

Her breath was warm and sweet in his ear, making him deeply aware of her as a woman.

“You say that every single time, sweetness.”

“So far, it’s been true every single time.”

Standing there, enjoying the spoils of his hard-fought war, Dark knew in his heart that she was truly his. Somehow all the pain of his cold lonely life melted away. Replaced by a pure blinding love that so strong, he knew it would last. It was more cleansing than a long solitary ride on his bike on a cloudy day. That realization both shocked and healed him.