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Chapter Five

“Optimus… Harlyn and I are going crazy. Being locked inside this damn place for days on end.” Sugar’s protests drew my attention as I finally managed to drag myself out of bed. I’d been on shift at X-Rated last night and some asshole had brought in a knife. After he’d gotten a little too drunk, and one of the girls at the bar decided to cut him off, he pulled it out and started waving that shit around.

Unfortunately for us, someone called the damn cops before we had a chance to deal with it, which meant I had to keep the stupid motherfucker in one piece. With one of our girls being murdered there a little less than a week ago, they used the excuse to spend a little more time in the club than normal, taking statements from every fucking person inside.

It was well after four in the morning before I managed to get to bed, and even after all that bullshit, the moment all the crazy disappeared, and I was left with my own thoughts, they were consumed with Sugar. She lived up to her name that was for sure.

Goddamn, that woman tasted sweet.

All I could think about was using her as my own personal lollipop, I wanted to strip her fucking naked and lick her from head to toe. I didn’t know what it was that had pushed me over the edge last week. Neither of us had mentioned it since, even though I made a point to spend time with both her and Harlyn every single damn day, no matter how much it killed me to keep my hands to myself.

We were stretched thin right now, with Optimus having guys on Anthony DePalma, watching him twenty-four hours a day, as well as Chelsea now that she’d decided to step away from the club.

I guess we’d all wondered how long it would take her to get sick of his bullshit and offer him a choice, all of her, or none. What not one of us anticipated, was the fact that the fucking idiot actually took none, and let her walk out the damn door and leave. Chelsea had been around for nearly four years, and three of those they had spent exclusively fucking each other.

Fucking hell.

It was a shit stain of epic proportions.

Now the mopey bastard was wandering around the clubhouse in the foulest of moods, searching for any reason at all to go after this fucking mafia kingpin, just so he could kill someone and get us thrown further into the cesspool.

“I need you girls here, it’s the safest place for you,” Op told Sugar, as I stepped into the kitchen with them.

“Harlyn loves it here, but the kid is turning this place upside down. She’s got cabin fever, she needs to be out and about, stimulating her mind so she can actually be tired and sleep at night,” Sugar fought back, throwing her hands in the air. “Would you please pull your head out of your ass for one damn minute?”

I choked on a laugh, but the sound was loud enough to disrupt the battle between them and draw their attention to me.

“Don’t start with me,” Op snapped, pointing in my direction as he turned away and plucked his coffee cup from the coffeemaker.

I smirked. “Awww, somebody’s got a frowny face. Do I need to call Chelsea in so she can fuck the grumpy out of you?”

“Don’t push it, asshole,” he warned, gripping his coffee in his hands as though it was his lifeline. I was surprised it wasn’t a glass of whiskey, to be honest.

“I’ll take them out to my place for the day,” I found myself offer as I leaned back against the benchtop of the industrial sized kitchen. “You know it’s safe as hell out there, and there’s so much shit for Harlyn to do that it will satisfy her for days.”

Sugar’s eyes lit up, I’m not sure whether it was in surprise or excitement at the thought of getting out of this jail cell, but the way they brightened made me even more determined to make it happen.

I owned a house just outside of town, and a bunch of land. It was vacant most of the time, with the fact that I loved to be here around my brothers and family, rather than out in the middle of nowhere alone. That was a house, but this was my home.

The huge house overlooked a man-made lake where the club often camped and held cookouts over summer, along with the ruins of an old concrete factory. It was kinda creepy, but also pretty damn beautiful with the mixture of broken down slabs of building that had been overrun by nature, and was now covered in grass and vines.

“I don’t know about that…” Optimus drawled, but I could tell in his head he was thinking it over.

I rolled my eyes. “Man, you have enough shit on your hands right now. Like you really want your ex in your ear nagging you about shit, and your daughter constantly barging into your office asking you to play Monopoly with her.”

Sugar’s bright eyes quickly narrowed, and I held back a laugh, it was cute how she thought that shit was intimidating. “Fuck! We’ll take Ham with us too just for good measure if that makes you feel better, princess.”

“Walking a thin line, Wrench. A fucking thin line…” he growled, but it didn’t last long, and soon he threw his hands in the air. “Fine. But you’re back before dark, and I get one round with you if either of them comes back with even a fucking hair out of place.”

I held my palms up in surrender. “You got it, boss man.”

He glared at me as he stomped out of the kitchen and into the busy dining room where half the club was already having breakfast.

“You don’t have to go out of your way to do this for us,” Sugar said sheepishly, but I could tell that she was itching to get out of this damn place. Hell, I didn’t blame her, even I hated being here too much, and I’d fucking lived there for as long as I could remember.

“It’s not out of my way,” I said shaking my head and moving over to take Op’s empty spot next to the coffee maker. “I haven’t been home in a while to check on things, so it’ll be good to go back and make sure everything is still tickety-boo.”

Her soft laughter had me looking out the corner of my eye at her. “Something funny?”

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