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“Fuck,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “These will be the longest two hours of my life.”

“Mine too.”

9

Bone

Buff ran out of the bar with Reign thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll. I held my breath until they made it out safely, then returned to disabling the Hell’s Bells MC.

Ire and Hollywood were across the room, fighting a couple of members. Chairs and tables were broken left and right. Not that Ire needed any props when fighting. The motherfucker was tall and built like a Transformer.

The enforcer was a former MMA fighter but had to stop after a nasty blow to his head and losing his memory for a short time.

Hollywood stayed close to his MC brother, watching his back. That was good. I liked seeing young bikers show their value and worth in a club and to their elders. I had a few promising new recruits in Montana.

Granted, one had been Storm’s prospect for several years. Cash had requested to transfer to my chapter to be close to his baby momma and unborn child. I had no problem with it. Storm was a damn good president and trained his men well. He’d given Cash his blessing, and the council had voted yes to release him. After everything they’d recently dealt with and lost, it couldn’t have been easy for the club to let another brother go.

I reeled my thoughts in. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in my head.

My only concern was finding Keg now that my brother and his girl were gone. I’d noticed the president ducking out a back door like a scared pussy.

I held my gun in front of me, prepared to end that fucker’s life, then get out before more members, or the police showed up. I couldn’t screw up, or Cobra would chew my ass. My dad and brothers would blame me. No matter what went down between Cobra and me or with Lady M, I wasn’t ready to burn any bridges.

I needed to do everything right.

Make everyone proud.

Why the fuck for?

Believe it or not, they were my family. The hows and whys only seemed to bother me. I couldn’t get past it now that I knew the truth about where I came from. It was why I left.

They didn’t really want me around anyway.

“Bone, watch out!” Ire yelled.

I spun around in the nick of time to catch the blonde before she smashed a bottle of Jack over my head.

“Not so fast, bitch.” I grabbed her wrist and shook the bottle out of her hand. “You don’t want to do that.”

“Stop, you’re hurting me!” she cried. “And I do want to knock you out.”

I smirked, watching her writhe and titties bounce side to side.

“If I didn’t have business to conduct, I’d take you out of here and fuck you into next Tuesday.”

“As if I’d want your diseased dick anywhere near me.” She spat in my face.

I almost backhanded her. Almost.

“You’re lucky I can control my hair-trigger temper. Not always. But I don’t really want you’re your used snatch. It’s probably as well used as your sagging boobies.”

“Asshole!” She took a swing at my face and missed.

“That’s right. The name is Asshole, and you must be Ms. Skank.” I chuckled, having fun with this topless chick. “Now tell me. Do you suck the prez’s dick?”

“Yes, with pleasure.” She licked her lip.

“Now that’s disgusting.” I shoved her hard so she’d fall on her ass.

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