Page 101 of Rescuing Mary

Mary winced at the imagery. “You aren’t helping,” she muttered.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll get Casey to find some of those bullet ants and put them in your fucking bed, Beatle,” Truck said.

No one said a word for a moment, letting Truck’s words sink in.

“As if,” Beatle said, extreme emotion making his voice thick. “She loves me.”

“Yeah, she does,” Truck said. Then his eyes opened again, and he stared at Mary. “Come here,” he said, trying to lift his hand and pull her down to him, but he couldn’t move that well with Ghost’s hand on the back of his head, holding him still.

Mary leaned down until she was almost nose to nose with Truck. She held her breath as she stared into his beautiful brown eyes. “Yeah?”

“Reach into the front pocket of my jeans, babe.”

He rotated his hip enough so Mary could get to his pocket. Confused, she did as he asked, not wanting to do anything that might stress him out. It was obvious how much pain he was in, and she had no idea how badly he was hurt.

She reached into his pocket, ignoring Hollywood’s smartass comment about watching what she was grabbing down there, and pulled out a small velvet bag.

“Open it,” Truck ordered.

Mary sat back on her heels and loosened the tie at the top. She turned it over, and two rings fell into her palm.

Frozen, Mary stared at Truck.

“Our wedding rings,” Truck said. “I’m back from my mission, so we can both wear them again. I won’t wear mine if you’re not wearing yours.”

“Truck,” Mary whispered, overwhelmed.

“Help me sit up,” Truck asked, and Ghost immediately helped Truck into a sitting position. His hand never left the back of his head and he had a firm grip on Truck’s arm to keep him upright.

“I love you, Mary,” Truck said. “I asked you to marry me because I love you. Not because of my insurance. Well, that too, but it was a convenient way to get you to say yes and to save your life.”

“You remember,” Mary said.

“All of it,” Truck confirmed. “Every second. You’re mine, Mary Laughlin. There’s a wedding certificate somewhere that proves it. And I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

Mary licked her lips and tried not to break down. She ducked her head and slipped her wedding band on the ring finger of her left hand. Then she reached for Truck’s hand and put his ring back on his finger as well. He clasped her hand with his before she could pull away.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Mary nodded. “You took the worst of it.”

“Good.” His eyes moved from hers to someone above her head. “I assume all the gangbangers are taken care of?”

“Of course,” Blade reassured him.

“And Jennifer?” Mary asked. “She was in on it. She was dating Deuce.”

“The cops have her in custody,” Blade said.

“Good,” Mary breathed.

“The paramedics should be here soon,” Blade told her, and the second the words were out of his mouth, they heard sirens from the open door of the vault.

“We have to stop meeting in here like this,” Truck told Mary, gazing into her eyes once more.

“I’m quitting. Effective right now,” Mary returned.

“Good.”