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 Deanna
had turned up earlier, screamin’ that she missed out on her shot, that she
missed out on her retaliation on the fucker. That was when I'd whispered, “Not
yet, you ain’t.”

 She
fuckin’ grinned with pure glee, and then sat her ass down to wait it out with
us.

 The
doctor teetered backwards when she spotted the waiting room full of bikers.

 “Uh…family
of Zara Edgingway?”

 “That’s
us,” I said, standing. Zara’s parents held the tired children close.

 “Oh,
okay. I just wanted to say she’s through the surgery, and it looks like she’s
going to be okay.”

 I
sank to my knees, and for the second time that day, I fuckin' prayed my thanks
for savin' my life. 'Cause I knew I wouldn't have a life without my kitten in
it.

“
T
alon,” I moaned.

 “Jesus,
kitten,” he groaned as I rolled my hips. We were in his room, at his…our house.
The kids were at my parents’, and it was time for us to have a private party
for two. He was sitting up against the headboard, naked as the day he was born.
I was just as naked, besides some rocking heels my man had bought me for my
birthday last week.

 I
was working my inner-cowgirl magic, riding him like I was meant to.

 Leaning
forward, I kissed him.

 I
was never going to get enough of him.

 Never.

 “Babe,”
he groaned.

 “Not
yet, honey.”

 “Fuck,
kitten.”

 “Not
yet,” I uttered through clenched teeth. “Oh, God, honey. Now.” I gripped the
headboard behind him as he pounded his cum into me, and I climaxed around him.

 Exhausted,
I rested my head against his shoulder, breathing hard.

 “Christ,
woman. We are never doin’ that position again. I come too fuckin’ quick.”

 I
giggled. “Hell to-the no. I love taking control.”

 “Only
in the bedroom you can, and only when I let you,” he growled.

 “Whatever,”
I said, pulling back so he could see my eyes roll. He grinned. I got out of bed
and went into the en-suite to clean up. When I came back out, Talon was lying
down with a sheet covering his bottom half. I ran and leapt right onto the bed.
He chuckled at my antics. I turned off the lamp on the bedside table and
snuggled in. Then I wiggled as close as I could to him, knowing he’d curl me
into his arms just like he always did.

 “You
happy, kitten?”

 “More
than happy…but a little worried.”

 He
laughed. “No need to be, ‘cause I’ll be here right alongside you. Always.”

 “I
know, honey. That’s why I love you.”

 “And
I you, babe. Now sleep.”

 “Yes,
boss.” And I squealed when he slapped my behind.

 The
only reason I was a little worried was…well, it wasn’t because Talon had asked
me to marry him the night before, as we sat around the table with our closest
friends and family. And it definitely wasn’t because he then informed me we
were going on vacation with the kids to Fiji.

 I
was worried because that morning at my doctor’s appointment, we found out we
were having twins. Talon had grinned down at my shocked face and said, “Fuck
yeah. Kitten, when I do something, I do it good, and you got it really good.”

 That
was still debatable.

 I
had been just getting over the fact that we weren’t sure I’d be able to have
children, after David had shot me two times in the stomach. You could say that
Talon was over the frigging moon we’d be having a child together. He’d said
that I’d been through enough shit in my life to last me ‘til I was old and
grey; and now that we were finally over the speed hump, we could live our lives
to the fullest, each and every day.

 Well,
our lives would certainly be filled.

 Of
course, after the news, I ran and cried on Deanna’s shoulder, telling her that
Talon had super-sonic sperm, and that he’d sonic-ed his way into my…fandola,
and shot me up with twins.

 Her
response was, “Well, fuck me.”

 I
thought another hot-crisis-issue would have gotten her out of her funk. But it
hadn’t.

 She
was worrying me, because these days I hardly saw her, and when I did, she
always seemed to have something on her mind…only she wasn’t sharing.

 It
was if she’d been altered when I’d been taken, and it wasn’t something she was
getting over. Though, I still doubted it was that alone. Something else was in
her head, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

 So
many other things had changed since I got out ofthe hospital.

 Mattie
and Julian were now residents of Ballarat. They moved into my old house when
Talon moved me out…yes, he moved me out while I was in the hospital. Maya was
ecstatic.

 We’d
been keeping a close eye on Maya and Cody since the incident, but they seemed
to be handling it okay. We still had Cody every second weekend, but now we were
working on going for full custody. Cody had finally come clean that he was home
alone most of the time. His mother was always busy at the gym, beauticians, and
entertaining her partner’s clients…and that meant
entertaining
.

 My
parents also decided to move to Ballarat, and as soon as they’d told Talon, he
found them a house, bought it…because apparently he was rich, and moved them
in—while I was still in the hospital.

 My
man loved to control.

 But
he had my heart at hand. He knew I’d be more than happy to have my family
close, and I was.

 Also,
it was not only my parents living in their house, they had adopted Josie. Who
was still one mixed up girl, but who could blame her after living with David
for three years, and what he’d put her through?

 I
told her I’d help her along the way to recovery, because we were sisters now.
That was the first time I’d seen her smile. Not only has she attached herself
to my parents and me, but she’s formed a bond with Maya, Cody, and Billy, the
cookie-lover biker, one of Talon’s brothers, who’d been her savior by taking
her to the hospital.

 Not
long after I was released from the hospital did Talon and I have our first
argument, and it was regarding Pick. Mattie and Julian had told me what Pick
had done for them. Talon wanted Pick gone from the brotherhood. Mattie, Julian,
and I told him to give him another chance…eventually, we'd worn him down, and
he said he’d consider it. Meaning Pick was still in the brotherhood, and in the
end, it was Talon and Mattie who helped Pick cut the ties his mother had on
him.

 I
used to wake every night while I was in the hospital, but that stopped as soon
as I had Talon sleeping next to me.

 I’d
always have scars, but they were something that made me stronger. To prove that
I was over what had happened, and that I was stronger for it, I did something
that scared me. I got my first tattoo to cover the smallest scar—which hurt
like a mother-fruiter. And that was when Talon and I had our second argument.
He didn’t want my body inked. That was when I yelled, ‘What's good for the
goose is good for the gander.’ His reply was, ‘What the fuck does that mean?” I
flashed him my tattoo on my lower stomach, a picture of a hawk, and underneath
was written ‘You flew into my life, but I’ve got my claws into yours.”

 The
next day, he'd come back with his own tattoo, a picture of a kitten digging its
claws into his skin.

 “Jesus,
kitten. I can hear your brain churning again. Get to sleep. Everything will be
good.”

 I
smiled into the dark room and knew that everything would be good, because I had
my badass-biker beside me.