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  She is slathered all over me, and I love it. I love her, and one day, I will have the guts to tell her. But for now, I just want to make her come.

  She tosses a leg over my shoulder and bows her back, moaning as I eat her out like she’s my last meal. When I bite over her clit, she cries out and presses the heel of her foot into my back, holding me prisoner. But I come willingly because I am hers. And she is mine.

  “Love me,” she pants, “like only you know how.”

  I understand what she means. This attraction between us is unlike anything either of us has ever experienced before. To find such a pure connection in a world filled with violence and hate is an anomaly, but that’s what Babydoll is.

  She is in a class of her own.

  There are no words to describe her, or my love for her because no single word exists. She is my everything, and so much more.

  I suckle her flesh, working my tongue in and out until she is squirming in need. I’m sure to leave bruises on her thigh as I grip it, holding her captive as I softly bite over her clit. I don’t give her a chance to recover as I alternate between my tongue and finger, fucking her with skill.

  Her body tightens, and I know she’s close. “I love you,” she cries, tenderly running her fingers through my hair. “It’s always…been you.”

  Her admission touches me in ways I never thought possible, and emotion weighs heavily in my chest. I know she wants me to reciprocate, and I will. But I want to say it when the time is right; not just because she said it first.

  Now, however, I can show her how I feel by giving her the best orgasm of her life.

  “I want to…” she pants, but suddenly stops.

  “Ya want to what?” I coax, my hot breath coating her damp skin.

  “I want to ride your face,” she confesses, her embarrassment apparent. But there is no need as there is nothing hotter than your woman making demands of you in the bedroom.

  With one final lick of her pussy, I roll onto my back and take her with me. She doesn’t waste a second and crawls on top of me, straddling me as she places her knees on either side of my face. When she’s on all fours, she lowers her hips and rubs her pussy against my lips with a moan.

  Instantly, I wrap my hands around her waist and encourage her to rock against me as I want her to ride me hard. She begins to move faster, rocking up and down as I fuck her with my tongue and mouth. I show no mercy as I bite, suck, and lick.

  She groans, fucking my face without apology. I’m certain to leave fingermarks on her hips as I hold her, urging her to move faster. And she does.

  Usually, I would feel uncomfortable being caged in this way because Babydoll is all over me. But not with her. Never with her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she curses, grinding herself against my mouth. She tears at the blankets beneath her, using them as reins as she rides me hard.

  I encourage her to move faster so I can fuck her deeper with my tongue. A heavy whimper escapes her, which pleases me. She rocks wildly against me, chasing her release and when I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, she comes with a guttural moan.

  Her pussy trembles over my lips, and I rub my face from side to side, wanting to shower myself with her sweetness. When the last tremor rocks her body, I flip her onto her back and steal her breaths as I kiss the living fuck out of her.

  She whimpers, sucking on my tongue and writhing under me.

  She presses both hands against my cheeks, the touch filled with nothing but love.

  “See how grand ye taste?” I ask her, rubbing my lips across hers. Her cheeks instantly turn a deep scarlet.

  “Let me take care of you,” she says, fumbling with the button on my jeans.

  “No, Baby, this is all for you.”

  Kissing the tip of her nose, I roll off her and draw her into my arms. She comes willingly, and it feels incredible. We stay this way for minutes, both basking in this newfound freedom of being together without any reservations.

  But there are some things we need to discuss.

  “I don’t want to rub this in Rory’s face,” she says softly. “We need to be discreet.”

  “Aye, I agree.” Rory has just come around, and seeing me with the woman he loves will just push him away again.

  A pensive silence embraces us, and I ask something which has nagged at me for a while. “Why did ya steal my ma’s brooch, only to give it back?”

  It feels like a lifetime ago, and in some ways, it is.

  “Brody ordered I do something which would spark your interest in me, so I knew stealing from you would get under your skin,” she reveals, snuggling closer to me. “But when I saw the brooch, I knew it held sentimental value to you, and I couldn’t keep it.

  “I dressed that way because Brody told me I was to do something which stood out. It was by chance we liked the same comic. But it shouldn’t surprise me. Sometimes, I feel like you’re my other half.”

  “Brody has been the puppet master this entire time,” I say with bite. “His time has come.”

  Babydoll is quiet, and I wonder if she’s having second thoughts. “How are you going to get him alone without raising suspicion?”

  I haven’t thought that far ahead as this plan wasn’t on the cards until a few minutes ago.

  She reads my silence for what it is. “I know a way.”

  I arch a brow, indicating I’m listening.

  “You won’t be able to get him alone unless—”

  “Unless what?”

  She licks her lips. “Unless you take him out in public. He’ll assume it’s safety in numbers. It’ll be unexpected, and the only time he’ll have his guard down. The busier the place, the better.”

  This is madness…but she’s right.

  “And I know the perfect place. He is hosting a fundraiser this weekend. It’s very private and invite only. It’s his way to appear like a law-abiding citizen to the masses, but the people who will be attending are just as corrupt as he is. A public execution will get more people on your side.

  “You’re going to kill him, and you’re going to challenge Sean by doing so. No one will fuck with you because they’ll fear you. You air the Doyles’ dirty laundry and let everyone know there is a new king now. The rightful Kelly king.”

  It takes a lot to render me speechless, but Babydoll’s evil genius makes me all warm and gushy inside.

  This plan is brilliant, and it will work.

  Babydoll is right. Killing Brody in public will instill the fear of God into people, and it will also challenge Sean. Brody was the one thing standing in the way. With him gone, it comes down to us. It will show Sean that I’m not afraid of him. I’m ready and waiting.

  “I won’t raise any suspicion being there because I’m invited. Brody wants the world to think we’re one big happy family. I think he feels the closer I am to him, the less risk there is for me to betray him. Or maybe he believes I fell for his bullshit sob story back at the pub. He is clearly fucking delusional. Or desperate. I don’t know.

  “Normally, I would tell him to go fuck himself. But not this time. I’ll get you in and help any way I can.”

  None of this would be possible without her. I thought I was alone, but I’m not.

  She’s my equal in every sense of the word. And I vow here, now, that I will do everything to make her happy for the rest of her life.

  “Yes, let’s do this,” I say, drawing her closer and nudging her nose with mine.

  “It’s black and white themed,” she states, gasping as I softly bite her bottom lip. “I like that you’ve put your piercings back in. It reminds me of when we first met.”

  “But we’re not those people anymore, are we?”

  I kiss her neck, relishing in her breathless sighs. “We’ll always be us,” she whispers. “Babydoll and Punky. And nothing can change that.”

  “Will ya help me pick out a suit?” I ask before sliding down her body and coming to rest between her thighs.

  She peers down at me, eyes wide, but her surprise turns
to desire when I slip two of my fingers into her mouth before sinking them into her pussy.

  “Aye!” she cries out in ecstasy. Whether she is replying to my question or the fact that I’m playing with her pussy, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter either way because all that matters is this…and killing Brody Doyle.

  Cian and Rory are parked a few streets away. They insisted they come because this started with us three, and it’ll end the same way.

  Hannah and Babydoll’s sister, Eva, are on Ethan watch. It’s been four days since he’s gone cold turkey, and he’s withdrawing badly. I didn’t want to leave him, but Hannah assured me she’d be okay. I’ve left her handcuffs and a Taser in case she needs them.

  I would prefer to be there, but I don’t know when another opportunity like tonight will present itself again.

  Hannah is armed to the teeth, and she knows how to shoot and not miss—she is a Kelly, after all. But I’m not taking any chances, which is why Ronan and his men are guarding the property. If anything happens to them, they’ll pay with their lives and the lives of their loved ones.

  Relying on others is still a hard pill to swallow, but I’ve learned that I can’t do this on my own. Every person in my life has helped me in some way, and I need to accept that, for some reason, these people love and respect me.

  Squashing down the questions I’ll never find answers to, I walk down the alleyway where the food deliveries are brought and transported down the hallway and into the kitchen of the cathedral-turned-venue for hire.

  The fundraiser is in the crypt—seems very appropriate for what’s about to go down.

  I see the delivery truck is right on time, just how Babydoll said it would be. I watch and wait as the deliverymen carry in crates of food and wine. When there is no one guarding the truck, I quickly make a beeline for it and reach for a wooden crate of wine bottles out of the back.

  I’m in white overalls, the same uniform as the deliverymen, so no one questions me as I walk through the back door and into the venue, which will serve as my killing field.

  The place is a flurry of people; everyone’s in a hurry to get things organized for tonight’s grand affair. I take in my surroundings, looking for exits in case I need to make a hasty departure. I walk past the kitchen, crate in hand, as it’s my excuse in case I get caught.

  Babydoll said to meet her in the staff bathroom, which is the third door on the left. I continue walking like I belong here, and when I see the bathroom, I push open the door, sighing in relief when I see Babydoll standing in the middle of the room.

  “Oh, thank God,” she says, rushing over to me.

  I place the crate by the door so I can hug her.

  She holds me tightly, her nerves clear as she trembles in my arms. “It’s goin’ to be okay, Baby.”

  “I know. I’m just worried something will go wrong.”

  “Don’t be thinkin’ that. Nothin’ will go wrong,” I assure her because I will not fail.

  Tonight, I will kill the man who murdered my ma, and by doing so, I’ll challenge my dad to come out of hiding. Once I commit this sin, everyone who associates themselves with me will be in danger. Those I love will be used as pawns.

  I wish it were different, but it’s not. They all know the risks, yet, here they are, sticking their neck out for me.

  Holding Babydoll out at arm’s length, I level her with a soft gaze. “It’ll be all right.”

  She sighs, not appearing convinced.

  “Ya look lovely,” I say, wanting to compliment her because she looks beautiful.

  She’s wearing a jeweled white ball gown. It dips low, but it’s tasteful with a mesh collar. Her hair is twisted into an elegant bun, and her face has a light coat of makeup. Her lips are a succulent pink, and it takes all my willpower not to press my mouth to hers and mess up her masterpiece.

  “Thank you,” she says with a small smile. “I have your tux.”

  She retrieves a suit bag hanging from a toilet door and hands it to me.

  I slip out of my overalls and change into the suit, feeling empowered, knowing this outfit will end the life of the man who’s haunted my dreams since I was five years old.

  Babydoll steps forward and extends her hand, gesturing for the bow tie. “Here, let me help you.”

  With expertise, she begins knotting my tie, but it seems she needs to keep busy in fear her mind will wander otherwise. I understand this is a lot for her, but I know asking her to sit this one out isn’t an option. So all I can do is assure her that things will be all right.

  She has tears in her eyes once she finishes. I grip her trembling fingers in mine. “I was thinkin’, once this is over with, maybe we could go on a…date?”

  My question catches her off guard, and I suddenly feel stupid for asking.

  “A date?” she says, her lips twitching. “I think we’re past dating.”

  “I know, but we didn’t do things proper,” I explain. “Ya deserve…stuff.”

  “Stuff?” she questions, doing a poor job of covering her smirk.

  “Aye, like flowers and chocolates and whatever else happens on a date.” This is foreign territory for me, so I actually have no idea if this is a thing or not.

  She bursts into laughter, unable to control herself.

  “Ack, forget I said anythin’,” I say, shaking my head at my stupidity.

  I’m about to turn away, but Babydoll quickly grabs my arm. “I’m sorry for laughing. I would love to go on a date with you, Puck Kelly.”

  “Ya would?”

  “Of course, I would, silly. I’ve only waited ten years for you to ask me to go steady with you.” She grins, biting her bottom lip to stop another outburst.

  “All right, that’s enough,” I playfully say, drawing her into my arms and pressing us chest to chest. Even in heels, she’s still a head shorter than me.

  Her playfulness soon simmers and blossoms into something else. “You look really good in a suit. Too bad we’ll have to throw it away once tonight is over with.”

  She means because it’ll be covered in her father’s blood.

  “I’ll wear one on our date,” I promise, wishing to ease her fears.

  “Promise?”

  “Cross my heart,” I reply before pressing my lips to hers.

  She moans, arching into me as she wraps her arms around my neck. We kiss softly, but the hunger is always beneath the surface, always demanding more. But more will have to wait.

  Brushing my thumb across her cheek, I break our kiss, smiling when she pulls out her lip in disappointment.

  “I want more,” she whispers, her eyes animated. “I always want more.”

  I do too. I want nothing more than to lose myself in her for days, but not yet.

  She reads my thoughts and walks to the mirror to reapply some lipstick and fix her hair. She looks perfect, but she needs to do something with her hands.

  I slip into my jacket, buttoning it and joining Babydoll in front of the mirror.

  We peer at one another’s reflections, our looks saying more than words ever could. So much awaits us because there isn’t a plan, per se. I don’t know how or when I’m going to strike. I just know, when the time is right, I’m going to rip Brody’s head from his shoulders.

  And I mean that literally.

  “Ready?” I ask, giving her one final chance to back out.

  But Babydoll isn’t a quitter. Her loyalty and love for me over the years have proven this.

  “Yes,” she replies with a sharp nod. “It’s now or never.”

  She doesn’t understand the significance of that phrase as that song changed my life forever. It seems fitting this ends with it.

  “Be careful,” she says, turning to me.

  “I will. You too.”

  “I’ll be all right,” she affirms, and when she averts her gaze, I know she’s not telling me everything.

  “Cami?” I question, not wanting any surprises when we go in there.

  “I may have called in a favor w
ith Ron Brady,” she confesses coyly. “Before you get angry with me, he was the one who jumped at the chance to help. He and fifteen of Connor’s friends want to do this. We’re going to need all the allies we can get.

  “We’re speculating that doing this won’t be met with retaliation,” she explains quickly. “But what if we’re wrong? If we are met with gunfire, at least we have an army to help us fight. I know we have Cian and Rory, but I won’t allow that bastard, my father, to win, even in death.”

  Once, we were strong, and no one would dare challenge us. We had the loyalty of all, but now, we’re fumbling our way through the dark. I don’t know who is friend or foe, but what I do know is that if Babydoll trusts Ron Brady, then so do I.

  “You’re mad,” she states, sighing in defeat. “I thought—”

  I don’t allow her to finish.

  I grip the back of her neck and draw us both together, brow to brow. “Thank you.”

  She opens, but soon closes her mouth, obviously not expecting that reply. “I just want this done,” she whispers against my lips.

  I almost go weak at the knees at the feel of her wet mouth pressed to mine.

  There is an urgency to our kiss because so much will change once the night is through. I wish I could predict how tonight ends, but I can only hope we’re all alive come morning. But just in case, I need her to know that I love her. That I’ve always loved her, even when I wasn’t supposed to.

  “I lo—”

  But she presses her finger over my lips, silencing me. I don’t understand why.

  “Not now,” she whispers against my lips. “Tell me when we’re not fighting for our lives so I know you wanted to say it, not because you were afraid you couldn’t.”

  With a sigh, I nudge my nose with hers, moving from side to side. “I’ll see ya soon.”

  A quiver leaves her as she nods.

  There will never be a good time, so we reluctantly break apart. She gives me my gold invite before opening the door and closing it softly behind her.