Spade (Cerberus MC #23) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cerberus MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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Before Aro was shot, I had already mentioned to him the need for him to settle. He was so revved up about something that it was like he couldn’t even hear me.

It’s not uncommon for us to get uncontrollably mad about what we knew we were going to face. Sometimes there’s no way to stay calm outside a compound when we know what’s happening inside. This last mission somehow hit him a little harder. He was careless, and as his partner in the field, that’s my fault too.

I didn’t speak up despite knowing he needed someone other than me to talk to him.

Instead, I straightened my back, letting his anger and hostility seep right inside of me.

They were murdering women for sport in that place, and the images of the mass graves was a slideshow in my head as we made entry.

We’ve all seen the movies where the justified good guy rushes in in a blaze of glory, bullets whizzing past them as if even science was bending to their will with every single shot sailing past their target.

The first part of that became a realization, Aro losing his cool, unconcerned for his own safety, but it was the science part that held firm.

I squeeze my eyes closed despite it bringing the image of him falling to the floor in front of me back.

“Dylan,” Sylvie urges again, her warm hand over my rapidly beating heart.

“Baby,” I whisper, tears burning my eyes and nose.

I’ve managed to keep them from falling, but I’m no longer around the team. My stoic demeanor crumbles when I see tears marring her pretty face.

I pull her to my chest, the sting in my eyes finally releasing as my tears soak into her shirt. I try to reel it all back in when she begins to sob. I’m a man, and I need to be strong, but I just can’t hold it back any longer.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

I let her guide me to the bed, holding on to her like the lifeline she has become.

The night we met was spent having wild sex in this very room, and because of that, we’ve shared many nights here just holding each other, making plans for our future. We’ve managed a level of intimacy that doesn’t require us to have sex to experience it.

It’s also the place where she refuses to live full time, the place where she tells me she loves me but refuses to go so far as promising me forever. I know she’s scared, and hell, most days I am too, but this woman is it for me.

I fought so hard in my life against love. I didn’t want it, convincing myself it makes you weak.

These last couple of days the love I feel for her—from her—might possibly be the only thing that keeps me alive.

I want to change the world.

I want to be everyone’s savior.

I want to say I’m strong enough to sacrifice everything I have to do those things, but it would be a lie.

I realized after Aro fell that I’m not a fucking hero. I didn’t reload and aim, returning the volley of bullets flying my way. It would’ve been a suicide mission.

I realized I wouldn’t sacrifice my life to take out just one more bad guy.

I managed to pull Aro from the line of fire, but I also had to keep the promise I make to this woman before every mission.

“Come home to me.”

She has said the words more than a dozen times since we got together.

The outcome would possibly be different if I tried to be a hero. Things could be worse, or maybe they wouldn’t be as bad as they are.

I didn’t feel like a coward until we were flying home a man lighter, each of us too lost in our own heads to talk about what happened.

“Where is he?” she asks after long moments of us holding the other in silence.

“Houston,” I answer. “Slick stayed behind with him.”

“And his prognosis?”

“Mentally or physically?”

Sadness bleeds into her eyes.

“Last we heard they were unable to save his leg.”

“Oh God,” she sobs, her hand lifting to cover her mouth.

“Amputation was supposed to happen earlier today, but they’re having a hard time keeping his vitals stable enough for surgery.”

“Has he woken up?”

I take a deep breath. “Slick said he was aware enough to tell her to get lost.”

“So she’s coming home?”

I shake my head. “She told him to shut the fuck up and start healing.”

I give her a weak smile, but she can tell from my tone that it wasn’t a joke.

“Once he’s able to be moved, they’ll transport him to the VA hospital in Albuquerque.”

“When he gets better then he’ll return to Cerberus?”

I shrug. “I don’t know if he’ll ever come back here.”

I pull her head to my chest, needing just a little more of her warmth before I can face any of those repercussions.



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