CHAPTER 37
Quinn
“No way. No way he was acting alone,” Mac replies to Collin. Collin throws a piece of bread at him. They continue the argument we’ve had all day. We’re in the back office of our newest club, the food is shite and my mood is foul.
“Enough,” I say, tired of this conversation.
Of everything. Plus, we can discuss the possibilities all we want, either way, Tad is going to be painfully split in half.
Before he dies, he’ll tell us what we need to know, namely why he was going to make one last ditch effort to kill me on behalf of The Remnant.
Idiot. “We already have a team hunting Tad. We need to focus on our first move with Zeno and then security at the safe houses. Where are we on moving all the product to a different holding location?”
Mac opens his iPad and starts showing me numbers, reviewing the maps.
I try to focus.
But I can’t.
I’m looking at the screen yet all I see is Luna, bleeding. My hands feel phantom stickiness. My arms still hold the weight of her as she lost consciousness.
It wasn’t when she let her walls down, let me feel her perfect tits. It wasn’t when her face blushed at the attention from the men, my little exhibitionist. It wasn’t the moment she came on my fingers like a goddess. Those are moments I’ll relive until I die.
But when she passed out in my arms…
That was it, the moment that everything changed.
My priorities, my mission, my purpose.
I’m irrevocably and completely fucked.
Because I fell in love with my wife.