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Becky cackled maniacally, her eyes wild with madness. “I was going to kill her just like I did the squirrels,” she shouted, her words ringing with a chilling certainty. “She’s not good enough for you, Rocco. She’ll never be good enough.”
Mace shook his head in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with disgust. “Because your crazy ass is so much better than her?” he retorted, his voice dripped with sarcasm. “I think Rocco got the right chick. You belong in the fucking looney bin.”
The next hour passed in a blur of activity. Imogen had called the police first, and they arrived on the scene within minutes to take Becky into custody. The next call she had made was to Barracuda.
Not long after the police had taken Becky, the RBMC arrived.
“So much for making it home by noon,” I laughed.
Barracuda looked me up and down. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you. Imogen said you saved them.”
“Didn’t have much of a choice. It was either Becky killed us all, or I figured out how to take her out.”
Barracuda clapped me on the shoulder. “Good job, brother. I know you’re into all this funeral shit, but if you ever want to get on two wheels and join the club, we’ll always have a place for you.”
As much as I appreciated it, I knew being a part of the RBMC wasn’t in the cards for me.
Here in Jackson was where I belonged, with Dorothy right next to me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Dorothy
The club was back in Sacramento.
Imogen and Mace were safely in her apartment above the funeral home.
Becky was going to be locked up for a very long time.
And I was naked in bed with Rocco.
I knew this was exactly where I belonged.
Rocco’s touch traced gentle circles on my bare skin, his fingers leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of regret.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his apology. “Um, are you apologizing for rocking my world two times?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
But Rocco’s response was silence, his expression clouded with a heaviness that I couldn’t quite place. Concern gnawed at the edges of my consciousness as I shifted onto my side to face him. “Honey?” I called softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
His gaze met mine, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart ache. “I’m sorry about Becky, Dorothy,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have known that she was off the deep end.”
My heart twisted with sympathy for him, knowing that he was blaming himself for something that was beyond his control. I cupped his cheek in my hand and leaned in closer, my heart breaking at the anguish I saw in his eyes. “And just how were you supposed to know that?” I murmured, my voice soft with reassurance. “You broke up with her a year ago and moved to California. You think you should have known she was crazy and followed you thousands of miles?” I shook my head, my fingers trailing lightly over his stubbled jawline. “There’s no way you could have predicted any of this, Ro,” I insisted, my tone firm with conviction. “You can’t blame yourself for her actions.”
Rocco’s shoulders sagged with relief at my words, the tension slowly easing from his frame as he leaned into my touch. “I just can’t help but feel like I should have done something to prevent all of this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, my lips lingering against his skin. “You did everything you could. You protected me, you protected Imogen, and you kept us safe. That’s all that matters.”
I felt a sense of peace settle over us, the weight of the day’s events slowly faded into the background.
“I love you, Dorothy. I know it’s really soon, and you don’t have to say it back, but I need to say it. I need you to know,” he confessed.
My heart felt like it was going to explode.
Rocco loved me.
I had figured he had strong feelings for me, but I didn’t know that he felt the same way I did. “I love you, too,” I blurted without hesitation. “Pretty sure I fell in love with you the first time you kissed me.”
Rocco’s lips met mine in a long, hot, searing kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His mouth was warm and soft against mine, his lips moving with a gentle urgency that left me breathless. It was a kiss filled with passion and longing, a silent declaration of the love.
