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accepting and loving, but nothing could be further from the truth. If his looks didn't call attention to himself, then his size would.
    He got out of the mustang and glanced around, spotting Kate at the door to the large church, standing beside Jon, who looked a little better. Marcus nodded and walked toward them, grateful for Kate breaking away from Jon's side and heading his way.
    "You clean up nicely." She stopped in front of him under a large shade tree just outside the church. Reaching up, she brushed something from his chest, which quickly turned into her petting the thick muscle he'd worked so hard to create.
    Having decided on a pair of black slacks and a black button down, he was almost worried that he would be under dressed, but if Kate was cool with the attire, then all was well.
    "You always look good, but you know that, don't you?" He let his eyes roam over her pretty face, taking in the sexy slope of her mouth, the way her warm-brown eyes lit up as she watched him. She was the epitome of all his desires tucked into one woman.
    Why can't you be mine?
    "Hush." She glanced back over her shoulder and let out a soft sigh. "Jon knows about Victor. He took it better than I expected."
    "We're all grateful for what you did, and yet I think you deserve one hell of a spanking for taking the fucker out on your own."
    An older couple moved quickly away from them, the woman gasping loudly. Marcus tried to hide a smile, but Kate couldn't seem to.
    "Watch your mouth. Jon's pretending to be one of the good guys today." She turned back to look up at him.
    Marcus reached down and brushed her hair behind her shoulders before leaning in for a quick kiss. "You make all of us want to be good men. Some of us just don't know how."
    She patted his chest and smiled. "Keep your lips to yourself today. We'll hook up later and figure out what's next on the radar."
    "All right, I'll try, but I expect a high payment for not touching or kissing on you." He shrugged and moved around her. "Come on. Jon's waving for us to hurry the fuck up."
    "I want you to talk with him about joining the force again, Marcus." Kate moved up beside him and slid her arm into his.
    He glanced down, wishing he could stop and memorize her with her hair down and the little bit of make-up she had on. Something had to give, and he was almost certain it was his ante to offer. His happiness for theirs. The world where they could all be together didn't exist, or it didn't seem to all of a sudden.
    "I'll try, but you know how stubborn he is." Marcus smirked as Jon scoffed at them.
    "You guys talking about me?" Jon lifted his eyebrow and welcomed Kate into his arms as she walked toward him and wrapped him in a hug.
    "Always. You're like a self-contained soap opera. I love it." Marcus shrugged, patted Jon on the arm and walked into the church alone. The soft piano music playing in the distance was eerie, and he quickly realized that maybe it wasn't just the church scene that he didn't appreciate, but the solemn serenity it provided as well.
    Fast cars, wild women and loud music. That's the past he'd endured and the future he wanted. Too much time to his thoughts and he quickly realized that he wasn't at all satisfied with the way things were going, nor with how they'd turned out. He should have been head of the drug ring, and Kate should have been his and his alone, but he'd fucked that up years before.
    "A day I'll never forget." He dropped down in the last pew in the large church and crossed his arms over his chest. The memory of having saved Kate from Billy played along his mind's eye as if it were yesterday.
     
     
    "I don't know how to thank you." Kate glanced up and pressed her hand to his chest as they stood outside the old warehouse. "I can't do this anymore."
    "I know, girl."
    She was free from Billy and the club in downtown New Orleans was soon to be hers. A few more steps to push her father out of the way and give her the keys to the place, and she would be set. She