She cried out, her head dropping back as she came apart in my arms.

With my hold on her hips, I slammed her down to meet my thrusts. Harder. Ruthless. Brutal.

And Mac took it. Loved it. Begged for more.

’Cause my woman was strong.

35. Pushing Buttons

CHAPTER 35

PUSHING BUTTONS

HOLLYWOOD

“Don’t do this.”

“Play the footage, Glitch.”

“Hollywood, it’s… fuck, man, it was brutal for me, and that’s not my woman.”

“Play the damn footage.”

Glitch ran a hand over his head. “Your woman is right out there. The only thing to break in here is our table and my computer. You bust either of those, you’re fucked for different reasons.” He met my gaze, not flinching at the rage that filled mine. “You sure you can hold your control?”

No.

Fuck no.

But with Mac in the other room, I would.

I lifted my chin, and he clicked a button on the keyboard. Rocky, unedited footage started rolling, faint sound cutting in and out.

But I saw it.

I heard it.

I gripped my chair to keep from throwing the computer across the room.

When it was done, I stood and walked down the few steps to the Mayhem family room. Grabbing Mac while she was mid-sentence, I kissed her.

I kissed her with all the love and desperation and wildness I felt in my damn soul.

I kissed her with all the panic and fear and pain I felt at seeing how close I’d come to losing her.

She’d been a rock. A motherfuckin’ rock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so strong,” I whispered gruffly, my forehead on hers.

“I wasn’t letting him take me away from you,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and let that settle a small part of me. After a minute, I pulled away. “Ready?”

At her nod, I took her hand and led her into our meeting room for privacy.

At Mac’s request, Glitch had edited the video so Mac’s name was never said. Her face was never shown. But her pregnant stomach was.

He had it set to distribute to every member of the city government. All his friends. The entire police department—Eddie included.

Video proof that Eddie was the worst kind of piece of shit.

All Mac had to do was decide if she really wanted to hit send. It’d suck if she didn’t, but I’d figure it out.

She glanced around the room. “This is the secret room?”

I lifted my chin.

“I thought it would be more exciting.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Judge said from the stairs, blocking the entrance.

Her gaze landed on the computer screen where Glitch had loaded his encrypted mailing system with the video attached. She froze.

“You don’t have to do this, baby. We can handle it however—”