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“I hope all is well from the last time that we met in person,” Dusan says, eyeing Reaper.
“Everything’s sorted,” Reaper confirms, nodding with his arms crossed and his stance wide.Tombstone and I follow suit behind him. For the meet, Reaper only wanted to bring two of us this time around since it’s a typical meet, and nothing would be coming of it except the usual when it comes to addressing the shipments and what they will contain.
“Right, I heard you were having trouble with a group called the Scarlet Needles.”
I tense at the mention of the group who were behind Stella being taken and nearly forced to have . . . fuck, I don’t even want to think about what was nearly done to her. If we’d been only minutes later, she and Angel would have lost so much.
“What do you know about this group?” Reaper growls, the warning in his voice stating he was not to be fucked with.
“You know as well as I do, news travels, especially in the circles that I’m within. My men reported it to me, and I thought I’d mention it to you.” He shrugs, shoving his hands in his front pockets. “I have no parts of this group, I assure you. You see, I brought them up because we have something in common.”
“And what’s that?” Reaper asks, cocking his head slightly. I’ve no doubt his anger is visible on his face.
“My sister was taken by a similar group that deals in genetics. They used her as a test subject until I was able to find her and get her out of there. But you see, they’d already managed to cause enough damage,” Dusan says and goes on to explain more in detail about these men.
I swear some people are simply fucked up beyond fixing and need to be put down.
They switch the discussion to the shipment and all that needs to be handled for the rest of the meet.
* * *
After the meeting we’d been able to get back to the clubhouse and fill the rest of the club in on what’s going on. They’re handling everything back home while I’m here. Diablo and Beast are in a room a few doors down, waiting to hear the plan.
“Daemon?” Everleigh whispers softly as she lifts her head from my chest.
“Yeah, baby.” Reaching out I soothe a strand of hair behind her ear while meeting those vibrant beautiful dark eyes of hers.
“I can’t go back. They’ll come after me.”
“They can try, Everleigh, but they won’t succeed,” I retort and move until she’s no longer laying over me, then stand next to the bed. I grab my jeans and yank them on over my legs. There’s no way I can have this conversation in the bed. Not with her naked and pressing into me.
Earlier, once we finished in the shower, I couldn’t help but take her again, repeatedly, and now it’s getting late. I’ve no doubt she’s yet to eat either, and I need to make sure she gets fed.
“What do you mean?” Her brows furrow as she wraps the sheet around herself and scoots to the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to make it so they can’t, sugar,” I declare, planting my hands on my hips ready to face off with her. More times than I can count, I simply let her walk away from me, and that ain’t flying anymore.
“How about you explain how you intend to do this? What if I refuse to go with what you want?” She huffs and reaches down to pick up my discarded shirt.
I watch as she pulls it on over her head and stands. The shirt drops down to mid-thigh leaving the rest of her legs visible to the eye to see. My cock twitches behind the confines of my jeans that I left unbuttoned.
“First, we’re gonna get your ass back to Texas where you damn well belong. Unload your shit at my house and then—”
“What? Why not at mine?” she blurts, frowning.
“Because, Everleigh, after speaking with Mr. Dorsey, he’s let you out of your lease and is allowing Josephine to take it over since she was looking for a new place anyway. Now back on topic, we’re gonna move your shit into my place. Then you and me are getting on my bike and riding out to Vegas.”
“Vegas?”
“Yeah, baby. See the way I figure it. I’ll not only get you finally locked down to me, but your folks can’t do shit if we’re married.” I smirk knowingly as my words hit home for her, and she realizes what I’m saying.
“You can’t be serious.” Turning away from me she shakes her head and reaches up to run her fingers with both hands through her hair before spinning to face me once more. “We can’t do that.”
“And why not?” Now this I’ve got to hear.
“Because . . .” She pauses and shakes her head. “Hendrik. What would he think, you getting married without even talking to him about it? And Lana.”
“Lana doesn’t matter in this.” I stop her from going further. “I’ve told you, Lana and I are friends who co-parent Hendrik. If that’s your reasoning, there’s nothing to it. Lana would rather fuck you before jumping my dick. Having Hendrik happened just by chance.”
