Fucking Murphy. I'm going to kill him after all. I let his shitty comments slide, but upsetting my girl won't be forgiven as easily.

"Told them what?"

"That, you and me, we'retogether?"

So Murph didn't spill about the vote. I may let him live, depending on what Trin says next.

"Yeah babe. Told you I was taking care of it. What else did he say?"

"I don't know. He apologized. Told me he said something shitty to you at the table and I was really the one he needed to apologize to."

I'm a little stunned. A lot stunned, actually. Murphy has more class and bigger balls than I give him credit for.

"Is it always going to be this way? Not everyone will be as nice as Murphy."

"They will if they want to keep breathing."

"What about when we mix with other clubs or charters? I know that fight with Whisper was about me. People will never forget what I was, Wyatt."

I grip her chin and force her to look at me. "Hey. Listen to me. What you were was a sweet girl who was loyal to her club. What you are now is my girl. Anyone has an issue, they can answer to me."

"But-"

"Our business is our business. We've worked our issues out. We're putting the past to bed. If other people want to relive it, they'll answer to my fists."

She shakes her head. "Okay."

"I mean it. That goes for club girls too. They give you shit, you tell me. If you're not comfortable with that, tell Hope."

"Wyatt-"

"No. It's not going to be an issue anyway. You'll be wearing my property patch. Anyone dares run their mouth has a death wish I'll be happy to help them fulfill."

Her jaw drops. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

I cock my head at her, assessing what she needs to hear. "Which one will make you say yes?"

Holy shit. Is Wrath really asking what I think he is?

Wait, why is he on his knees?

He takes my hand. "Trin, you remember months ago when I was being a dick, you laid down a challenge for me?"

"What? No. I've never challenged you."

He snorts. "Babe, you've been challenging me since the day we met. But seriously, you said you wouldn't be my ol' lady even if I got down on my knees and begged in front of everyone."

I do remember. And I said it because he hurt my feelings. I didn't mean it. I certainly never meant to have him do something like this. Granted, we're not in front of everyone. But there's definitely enough people around to witness this spectacle.

He wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me against him until we topple onto the ground. His hand threads into my hair and he pulls me down for a kiss.

"Not here. Gonna do it right, babe," he rumbles against my mouth when we part.

Someone whistles. I giggle and roll off him into the damp grass. "Ew, I'm all wet now."

"Yeah, baby," Wrath growls, launching himself at me.

"Get off me," I gasp, but I'm laughing so hard, my words make no sense.

He presses another kiss to my lips, then gets up, pulling me with him. "Let's go to our room, Angel Face," he says low and with so much desire, I shiver.

Once we're tucked away in my room, he spins me around, and pulls me against his chest. His warm breath caresses my neck as I wait to see what he has planned.

"You're my woman now, Trinity. Mine."

My vision clouds with tears. "Yes," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

My entire body trembles under the weight of his words. "Yes."

"Good girl," his low voice stimulates the roughest, most carnal part of me. He strips off my sweatshirt and trails soft kisses across my shoulders.

His arms tighten around my waist holding me tight. "You're mine to protect. Mine to love. Anyone hurts you, I'll kill them." His words dissolve into a possessive growl that rocks down my body, curling my toes.

"Wyatt?"

"Yes, angel?" he asks as he pulls off my pants and sneakers. I'm momentarily disoriented when he picks me up and pins me to the wall. Wyatt's mouth on mine, his tongue licking and tasting me. The heat of his skin burning my flesh.

"I need you spread out in front of me," he mumbles as he carries me to the bed, gently setting me down.

My hands go for his pants, unbuttoning and shoving them down. He takes over. "Lie back for me."

Having someone as perfect as Wrath examine me so closely would have made me squirm before. But he makes me feel beautiful. He hovers over me, settling, his big, warm body against mine, keeping most of his weight balanced on his arms.

His mouth drops to my breast, nipping at my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra.

"You my girl?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

He kisses lower, tickling my ribs with his hot breath. My body freezes when he reaches my scarred side and growls.

Propping his chin on my hip, he glances up at me with a serious expression.

"Want you to get my star tattooed on you, right here." He traces the undamaged skin next to my hip bone. I suck in a deep breath.

"I'd like that," I whisper.

"Good."

He places gentle kisses on the spot in question. "I need to be there when you get it done. No one touches my girl without my supervision." His mouth turns up in a quick smirk, but I know he means it.

"Yes," I agree. I don't ever want another man's hands on me again.

"How do you want me tonight, angel?"

I can't answer, because he lowers the cup of my bra, exposing my nipples for his rough fingers.

He slides up my body, taking one nipple into his hungry mouth.

I stutter and gasp.

Eventually he has mercy. "Tell me," he demands.

"Raw. Hard. Rough. Make me yours." He leans down and runs his teeth over the hard peak of my nipple and my back arches in response. Nudging my legs apart, he pushes a finger inside me and I moan in pleasure.

"Those tests came back negative, baby. You want it raw?"

"Fuck. Yes." I can barely form any words or thoughts with the way his thumb keeps rubbing against my clit. "Please. Please make me come, Wyatt."

He gazes down at me, and I see the war within him. "Don't hold back." I raise my hips and he nods. Without another word, he slides into me. Filling me to the hilt and stopping.

"You with me?"

"Oh, yes."

He withdraws so slow, I'm almost sobbing with relief when he pushes into me once more. My arms and legs wrap around him and I lose myself in the primal, furious motion of him thrusting in and out.

"Are you with me, Trinity?" he asks again. This time I feel the rawness in his voice. For the first time in my life, an honest emotional connection overwhelms me, stealing my breath with its intensity.

His lips press against my forehead. "You still want it rough?"

"No. Just like this. Please."

"Whatever my angel wants."

My heart nearly bursts from his words. This man has turned my world upside down. We've hurt and betrayed each other so many times but this feels like forgiveness. He captures my mouth. Our tongues tangle as he keeps giving me slow steady strokes. His hips thrust at a slightly different angle and pure bliss flows through me. As I shudder and come undone, he grips my hips, fingers digging in, holding me down for a few more short, intense thrusts.

"Trinity," he whispers. He stills, filling me, falling on top of me. His thick arms wrap around my body, pulling me into him.

Every inch of me still tingles with pleasure.

"Wyatt?"

He stirs, taking some of his weight off me. "Sorry, babe," he mumbles.

"No, I like this." I grasp him to keep him on top of me.

He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead. "I'm going to crush you."

"No, you're not," I whisper, holding tight. The weight of him safe and comforting. I love him so much. Why can't I just say the actual words?

Wrath told me I'm not supposed to cook for the house anymore. But honestly, everyone will starve if I don't. I like cooking most of the time and getting things ready for the guys in the morning. With that in mind, I slip out of bed to start the coffee.

Hoot's already in the kitchen, but he's spilled coffee grounds everywhere.

"I got it, kid."

Today he smiles gratefully.

Teller's the first one in the dining room. He's sitting, staring at the mural over the bar.

"Morning," I chirp as I set down a mug and fill it with coffee.

He glances up at me and a hint of a smile curves his mouth. "Sorry I missed the bonfire," he says.

"It's okay."

"You know Wrath told us yesterday?"

"Yeah."

He fists his hands on the table. "I care about you so much, Trinity."

The raw sound of his voice makes it clear his feelings are more than friendly or fuck buddy. I'm utterly floored. I had no idea.

"Teller-"

"No, it's my own fault. I never said anything. I didn't think we could be a possibility, so I just took whatever you would give me. Figured you thought I was too young for you or something. But if I thought there had been a chance, you and meI would have done it differently."

Shit. The misery in his voice cuts right through me. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Wrath had the stones to actually fight for you. He earned you. You deserve someone willing to fight for you. I'm happy for you both, even if I'm sad for myself. He really loves you, you know."

"I know."

"Does he make you happy?"

"He really does. I love him too. Long time now." Oh my God. That came out so easy. Why can't I say it to Wrath's face?