Mia’s POV
The alarms screamed through the safehouse like a dying siren. Red emergency lights flooded the bedroom as Damien’s body went rigid against mine, his c**k still buried deep inside me from our desperate reconnection.
“Stay here,” he growled, but I was already moving with him. He pulled out with a wet sound, c*m spilling down my thighs as he shoved a gun into my hands and strapped a vest over my naked body. The newborn — his son, little Theo — wailed in the bassinet. I scooped him up with one arm, cradling him against my chest while Damien checked the monitors.
“Victor’s men,” he snarled. “Elite team. They breached the outer wall.”
Gunfire erupted downstairs. Glass shattered. Damien kissed me hard — a brutal, claiming press of lips and tongue — then pulled back. “You protect our
