Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Derek laughs, standing. "Your bodyguard boyfriend? He's probably bleeding out in that chaos we caused. Rico, get 'em up. Time to move. The private jet's waiting."
Rico hauls Viola to her feet; the other thug grabs me, his grip bruising. I struggle, kicking, but it's futile. Fear chokes me now. I feel paralyzed. Mack, where are you? I need you. I love you. Please—
The door blasts open with a deafening crack—wood splintering, hinges screaming. A loud bang echoes, blinding light and smoke filling the space.
What the hell?
My ears ring, eyes watering as shadows erupt into the warehouse. Men in black tactical gear, guns raised, shout commands to each other.
"Down! Hands up!"
Chaos explodes as gunfire cracks. Rico dives for cover while his goons fire back. Viola screams, dropping to the floor with me as bullets whine overhead. Through the haze, I spot him—Mack, leading the charge, his face a mask of lethal focus. My heart leaps, love and relief flooding me so hard I sob.
Derek whirls, pulling a pistol from his jacket, aiming at Mack. "You!"
Time slows. Horror grips me. No, not him. But Mack's faster. He aims his gun and squeezes the trigger. Derek jerks, crumpling to the ground with a guttural cry, blood blooming on his shoulder.
"Clear!" someone yells. The team swarms. Rico and the thugs are subdued, cuffed, and dragged away. Strong hands lift me up. Mack's there, cutting my ties, pulling me into his chest. His arms wrap around me like home, solid and safe.
"Indigo," he breathes, voice breaking. "God, I thought—"
"I'm okay," I whisper, clinging to him, tears soaking his vest. Viola's beside us, another operator freeing her, wrapping her in a blanket. She's safe. We're safe.
He pulls back, and cups my face. His eyes are fierce with emotion. "I love you."
My heart soars. "I love you too, Mack. So much."
He kisses me then. It’s desperate, claiming, and full of promise. The warehouse fades, the chaos a distant hum. Later, statements, hospitals, but for now? This.
HEA? Ours starts here. Him, me, forever. No more enemies—just lovers.
EPILOGUE
MACK
The penthouse suite feels like a sanctuary tonight, the city lights of Cupid City twinkling below like stars we've claimed as our own. Two days since the rescue, and we've barely left this bed—wrapped in sheets, in each other, chasing away the shadows of what almost broke us. Indigo's head rests on my chest, her dark hair spilling over my skin like silk, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the scars from my military days. Tomorrow, I leave for the mission with my brothers. Nash's lead on Dad pulls me away, but right here, with her, it's the only place I want to be.
She lifts her head, those emerald eyes locking on mine, soft with love but shadowed by the goodbye looming. "Mack," she whispers, voice husky from hours of talking. "Promise me you'll come back. No heroics without me there to watch."
I cup her face, thumb brushing her full lower lip. "I promise, princess. You're my home now. Nothing's keeping me from you." The words hit deep, raw truth. I love her—fiercely, completely. This woman who started as a pain in my ass and became my everything. I roll us, pinning her beneath me gently, my body covering hers like a shield. "But tonight? Tonight, you're all mine. Let me show you how much I love you."
She arches into me, her nails grazing my back, a smile curving her lips. "Show me, then. Make it count."
I kiss her slow at first—deep, lingering, pouring every unspoken fear and promise into it. Her mouth opens under mine, tongues dancing, her taste like vanilla and heat. My hands roam, sliding under her silk camisole, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebble. She moans into my kiss, and fuck, that sound—it's my undoing every time.
"God, I love these," I murmur against her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. "Perfect tits, begging for my mouth." I push the fabric up, exposing her, and dip my head to suck one hard peak, swirling my tongue while I pinch the other. She bucks beneath me, fingers tangling in my hair.
"Mack... yes," she breathes, her voice a plea wrapped in love.
I look up, meeting her eyes—dark with desire, soft with emotion. "You're so beautiful, Indigo. Inside and out. I don't deserve you, but I'm never letting go." Romantic truth slips out, my heart laid bare. Then I slide lower, kissing down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them off slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin. She's bare to me now, glistening and ready. "Look at you, baby. So wet for me already. This pretty pussy knows who it belongs to."
She whimpers, spreading her legs wider. "Yours. Always yours."
I settle between her thighs, inhaling her scent—musk and sweetness that drives me wild. "That's right. And I'm gonna eat you like you're my last meal." I part her pussy with my thumbs, leaning in to lick a slow, flat stroke from entrance to clit. She cries out, hips lifting. I hold her down, one arm across her waist, and devour her—tongue flicking her clit, then plunging inside, tasting her deep. "Fuck, you taste like heaven. Sweet and filthy, just for me."