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“Yeah, noticed that. You run them?”
“I did, not a damn thing on any of them.”
That got Killian’s attention. “No priors?”
“No nothing.”
He glanced back at the cages. It could be nothing. The Barrel was on the outskirts of town, and was often visited by those passing through, but considering what he’d learned from Detective Donnelly. “Send me their mug shots.”
“What are you thinking?”
He hadn’t told Johnny or Ron about what he learned. He needed to on the off chance that kind of trouble showed up on their doorstep, but first, he wanted to see if his hunch was right. “Want to check something.”
He didn’t like it, but Johnny had worked with Killian long enough to know how he operated. He’d share when he was ready. “I’ll send them over now.”
“Thanks.”
Johnny walked back to his desk; Killian pulled up the number from Cedar and called it. Donnelly answered on the first ring.
“I’m texting some mug shots to you. Let me know if you recognize any.”
It was only minutes before Donnelly said, “Yeah, I recognize them. Brothers in the Iron Guardian MC. Brock’s MC.”
Well fuck.
It was late when he got to Cedar’s. He didn’t have to knock. She’d been waiting for him. He liked that a fucking lot.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
She’d changed into yoga pants and a tee; her hair was down, her face washed. She was fucking beautiful. He stepped into her, wrapped a hand around her neck, pulled her to him and gave in to the need to taste her. She sighed, her lips parted, her hands fisted his shirt to pull him closer.
One taste was all it took for him to get addicted. He moaned, cradled the back of her head and kissed her deeper, sweeping her mouth with his tongue. Fuck, she was sweet. She pressed against him, all her soft curves pressed against his hard lines. His hand roam down her back to her ass, her arms moved around his neck, her tongue exploring his mouth. She moaned, rubbed against his growing cock and moaned again.
He’d fuck her right there, but then he remembered that fucker in the woods. He walked them inside, closing the door at his back. He didn’t carry her to her bed or the sofa or the fucking kitchen counter like he wanted to. He cradled her face in his hands, brushed his lips over hers a few times then pulled back.
Her cheeks were flush, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were both soft and hot, desire staring back at him. Fuck, now he was cock blocking himself.
“Fuck,” he whispered, resting his forehead on hers. He lifted his head and added, “I have to do a few things. Not going to be around much for the next few days.”
Took her a second, confusion replacing desire.
“And we need to talk.”
Worry chased confusion.
“In the meantime, Cooper and Max are staying here.” During the day, Graham and his crew were there. She was covered.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Not sure yet. Need to look into a few things.”
“Okay.”
“Just like that?” he asked.
“You’re concerned, which is why you’re leaving your dogs. You want me to be careful, another reason you’re leaving your dogs, but not worried until you know what I need to be worried about.”
“You got all of that from what I said?” he asked, humor in his tone.
