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care.”
    He gathers me close and traces the curves of my face with the rough edge of his thumb—over my nose, my cheeks, brushing my hair from my forehead. “You gotta start caring, Star. Because I’m caring too much right now. It’s tearing me up inside how much I care.”
    I can hardly look at him. His touch and voice and eyes are all so soft right now it’s almost scary. I knew what to do with his hardness, but this? His tenderness rains down on me like the sweetest hail. Pinging against my defenses.
    “What about Harry? Where’d they take his…?” I can’t bring myself to say the word body…”
    He traces soothing circles into my scalp. “You can’t worry about that. He may not have chosen his life, but he chose his death. He knew the penalty for throwing in with the Bloody Jokers, the price of betrayal.”
    “And Kristi? Her shop?”
    “I’ll deal with it.”
    I curl my arm around his neck and press my face into his shoulder, hiding from betrayal and prices and everything awful. “Can’t we just leave?”
    He skims his hand over my back and upper arms. I wince when he hits a sore spot, but he doesn’t stop touching. Jesus, he’s not avoiding my injuries. He’s checking me, methodically. “This is my whole life here. My brothers. My family. My job. I can’t walk away and let them destroy it all unchecked.”
    I’d walked away from my whole life.
    Twice.
    That this one had such a hold on him, that he thought it was worth staying for—dying for—was confusing and intriguing. I wanted that for myself. “You have a family?”
    Noah nods. “My old man had to quit riding a few years back. Got a sister too. Jules. She’s nineteen and a handful.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my lips that lights a fire inside me, inside both of us.
    His hungry mouth claims mine, gentle at first but then fierce, until it’s all wet heat and teeth.
    His tongue slides against mine and his fingers dig into my ass while I’m cradled in his arms, and it’s like I can finally breathe again. I’m not just a problem to be dealt with or collateral to be protected. I’m his. I’m wanted.
    “I can’t hurt you again. Not one fucking hair on your head.”
    For the first time in my life, in this horrible place, with this man who does horrible things, I feel cherished. “When you hurt me, it felt like love.”
    “That’s fucked-up, Star. And it’s why I need to get you the hell out of here. Get you safe.”
    “I don’t want to be protected, though. Not like that. I want to be with you. Does what I want count at all?”
    “No.” Half growl, half smile—he nips my bottom lip, and another flood of warmth spreads through my body, chasing away the chill and fear. “What I just did? That was a bloody fucking coup. I have to deal with the aftermath, we don’t have a chance in hell if I don’t.”
    Hope swells in my chest. “But we do have a chance?”
    “I guess we’ve got a chance. Maybe. If I survive the blood feud Dev started with the Jokers. If I survive cleaning up the mess he made of our club while I wasn’t paying attention. If I survive the way my fucking cock gets hard every time you so much as blink in my direction. There’s a lot of fucking ifs. Even then I still won’t deserve you, but I’m a selfish fucker so I’ll take you anyway. If.”
    All those ifs, and the only one I can think about is attached to his cock. It’s the only one I can do anything about. “Is it hard now?”
    “Are you blinking?”
    “Fuck me, Noah.” The request is a sigh, a plea, an involuntary response. Totally inappropriate, one hundred percent ridiculous, but I don’t care. We might never have another chance. “If everything is about to go to shit, let’s at least have that before it does. I want you inside me.”
    “Here?” He means this awful room where terrible things happened. To Harry. To me. To him.
    “Make it go away. Make us both forget. For now.”
    He sets me down, and I wobble on my feet for the