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“It’s what I do.” Shadow ran a hand through his hair, looking around at a crumbling empire. “Maybe we’ll work together again one day. You’re Boss’s little bitch, so I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Fuck off.” He gave Shadow a playful shove. “You heading home after this?”
Shadow nodded.
Killian didn’t know anything about Shadow, but most of the men working for Killer of Kings liked their privacy for one reason or another. “You have family?”
Shadow scoffed. “Don’t have one of those.” He jutted his chin towards June. “Looks like you just got the whole package deal.”
Killian couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. I have to learn how to be a dad. No practice run. Hopefully I don’t fuck it up.”
“You’ll do good,” he said. “You can’t do worse than that bitch.”
Killian looked at the body one last time, still shocked that a woman could be so evil. Boss
had been right, and Killian was glad she was dead. Soon she’d be gone, any twisted legacy buried with her.
As he started to leave, Manic called out to him. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
He met up with the other man. “I killed your mother, you don’t have to thank me for that.”
Manic shook his head. “You let me live a decade ago, and you didn’t have to. Boss asked me to pull the trigger, and you spared me. That deserves thanks in my books.”
He felt a unique closeness to Manic, what he perceived as a parental bond. Instead of making an enemy, he’d made a friend, a new connection. “If you want to thank me, give me the keys to one of those bikes. I need to clear my head before dealing with this shit storm.”
“After today, half of those Harleys won’t have a rider. Take your pick. Keys are always with the bikes.”
They parted ways for now. Killer of Kings would be in town for a few days to sort shit out. Boss would want to lay down the law so the Dead Angels MC knew who not to fuck with. Killian would need to be by his side. At least there was an end in sight.
“Come on, baby.” Killian took June’s hand, and they left the club, emerging into the clean air outside. The sky was blue, the tree line offering a sharp contrast of color. No matter how hard life hit him, Killian always fought back, looking for hope and beauty in the smallest things.
When they reached the bikes, Killian motioned for June to get on the first one.
“What? I’m not getting on that,” she said.
“Yes, you are, little lady.” He held the handlebar and forced her to back up into the side of the bike, his body pressed to hers. “Did you do as I say?”
She looked up at him, questioning.
“I told you I wanted the panties gone.”
June smiled. “I wasn’t wearing any.”
Killian groaned, reaching under her dress to ensure she was telling the truth. He ran the backs of his fingers over the soft hairs of her pussy, before plunging in two fingers to the knuckles.
She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You like that? Now get your cute little ass on that bike so we can get the fuck out of here.” He nipped her earlobe. “You’re going to ride my dick, long and hard.”
June turned and attempted to get on the back of the bike. He helped lift her into the seat, before sitting comfortably in the front. It had been a long time since he’d ridden a bike, but he used to love it in the summers. He started up the engine and revved it a few times to get the feel of it before hitting the gas. The power and vibration under the seat were incomparable. He left the club and hit the road, needing to get anywhere private fast. His cock was uncomfortably stiff in his jeans, and June’s arms wrapped around his waist weren’t helping his predicament.
He drove over the rolling, paved roads in the outskirts of town, until they reached a crest that overlooked the water. Killian pulled over and stopped, bracing both feet on the ground. The ocean seemed to go on forever, miles of open space. He imagined it leading all the way to his homeland, but there was nothing for him there. Or here. The only place he wanted to be was with June and Killian.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said June. “I love the water. I could sit here all day.” Her breath was warm against his neck. God, he loved her so much.
“Where you need to be is sitting on my cock.” He palmed the front of his jeans and then began to unbuckle his thick leather belt. It was a relief when he unzipped and gave himself more room.
“At the side of the road? On a motorcycle?”
