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And it was incredible. Every day with Vince was better than the next. The war raged on, but it wasn’t about me anymore; I knew that. It was about the complicated politics of Chicago’s gangs, and one girl and her baby couldn’t really do much about that.

So I trusted Vince, and I loved him.

And my life was one wild ride after the next. We took care of Alexei, and when Alexei went to sleep, Vince made my body feel things I thought I’d forgotten. Fortunately Alexei was turning out to be a heavy sleeper, because I couldn’t exactly stay quiet.

And Vince was turning out to be an amazing father. He’d had a lot to learn at first, but he wanted to figure it out and wanted to be there. The biggest part of being a father was just showing up, and Vince did that.

Sure, he still went out with his crew. He still did dangerous things, but I asked him not to tell me the details anymore. I didn’t want to know which of my family members he had killed recently or how close he had come to getting another bullet in him.

I just wanted to be with him. And one day, when he’d stopped using condoms and I’d realized that I didn’t mind, I knew we’d be together forever. Maybe we weren’t married yet, but we were an unconventional couple.

And besides, he kept telling me that a ring was coming. He felt bad that he hadn’t made an honest woman out of me yet.

I didn’t mind. I was just happy I had another of his babies coming. That was better than a wedding or a marriage. It was more real, more binding.

He’d always be mine, and I’d always be his.

Slowly, Alexei stopped crying.

“Now, you be good,” Vince said, putting him back down to play.

He came over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist as we looked down at Alexei.

“Our kid,” he said.

“I know,” I answered softly. “We’ll have more soon.”

“Hey,” he said, and I looked at him.

He held up a little black box.

“Vince,” I said.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I want to make this real. Be my wife.”

“Okay,” I said, laughing. “Okay.”

He opened the box, and the ring was incredible. I slipped it onto my finger and felt something deep inside me.

It was contentment. I was happy, safe, and content.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.” He kissed me hard.

I was going to marry the bastard who’d gotten me pregnant. I never thought I’d end up with him, but I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Because Vince was perfect. Dirty, smart, sexy, exciting, and a great father. We had a comfortable life in the compound, and hopefully one day we’d get a house of our own.

But for now, I was happy. I couldn’t ask for more. I had friends in Nat and Louisa, and I had my family.

After everything, I had finally come home.

In Vince’s arms, with Alexei playing nearby and another baby growing inside me, I was home.





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Prologue: Janine





War was tearing the whole city apart.

That was my life back then.

I wasn’t owned, not exactly. But I owed the man who took me in as a kid and raised me as his own everything. I couldn’t betray him, even when every fiber in my body wanted to.

My father wanted me to stay far, far away from him.

He said Clutch wasn’t the type of man for me.

I completely disagreed.

And in the night when I could hear Clutch’s bike tearing up the sky, roaring down the road toward me, I knew exactly what I wanted.

He was tall, ripped, and dangerous. The tattoos that snaked up his body only hinted at the strength inside him.

An enforcer, a man with a dark past. He wasn’t right for me, but he made everything feel so good.

My father was right, at least partially. Clutch was cocky, an *, and loved to tease me. His skin brushed up against my neck as he whispered in my ear.

Ditch the f*cking panties, girl, he whispered. I want to feel your soaking skin begging for more.

Anybody could have seen us, and my father was not the type of man to be crossed, not at all.

But Clutch wasn’t the type to walk away from what he wanted.

Torn apart, ripped to shreds. Stuck between the club I owed my life to and the man I wanted to give my body to.

I could see Clutch’s delicious grin in the dark.