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His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me even closer, so close that I can feel the hardening of his cock behind his jeans. My breath hitches, and his smile grows bigger. “Play your cards right, Willow, and you just might get your wish.”
My tongue goes to my lips and slicks across the bottom and then the top. My heart is racing at the thought of Joaquin’s lips all over my body, making me vibrate with need. “Fuck yeah,” I growl. “Sounds like a plan to me. A damn good one.”
He laughs. “I like you, Willow. You don’t play games.”
I shrug. “Oh, I’ve been known to play a game or two, but mostly of the erotic variety.”
He steps back and growls, adjusting his cock in his pants. “Come on. Let’s get you back to FGC.”
I pout and hop on the bike behind him. “How will I get anything done with the dirty images you put in my mind?” I ask and let my hands slide down his belly to cup his cock.
Joaquin looks over his shoulder with a grin. “You won’t.”
Chapter Four
Joaquin
After dropping Willow off atFor Goodness Cakes, I make my way back to the clubhouse to figure out what the fuck else could possibly go wrong. I can’t stop thinking about that firecracker of a woman and the way she made me feel today, grabbing my cock like she had the right.
We’re all lounging around, waiting to hear what comes next, allowing me to relax while we wait. Relax and think about Willow, tempting me beyond all reason when I’m not in the headspace to be tempted like that. But there she is, first and foremost in my mind, her lush pink lips, smart-ass mouth, and wanton curves.
“Dammit,” I growl because I’m not supposed to be thinking about her right now. I should have the MC on my mind and what I can do to keep everyone safe. Secure. Alive.
“Yo, I got a lead,” Gia says, interrupting my thoughts of Willow and what could happen between us later.
Ace perks up at Gia’s words. “Whatcha got?”
Gia sighs and turns her laptop toward the President. “I found a property owned by Nogales straight up. But it’s listed as a rental property, and the renters are his brother and sister-in-law. The strange thing is it’s not a residential property, though. It’s a free-standing building that seems to serve no purpose. It’s been rented for years under their names, but the only active utility is electricity. No gas, no water.”
It didn’t make sense to me either, a rental property that seemed to serve no actual purpose. “Sounds fishy.”
“Damn right, it does,” Dix adds with a shake of his head.
“We need to check it out,” Ace says, his gaze on Dix.
Dix nods. “Joaquin, Shades, let’s go check this shit out.”
Without any further questions, I make my way to the door, and we ride out about forty minutes to the unknown building.
I don’t know what I expected, maybe some kind of nefarious warehouse or some building full of guns and ammo, knives, and other weapons. But this isn’t that.
The building is three stories tall and for the most part, empty. “This feels like a setup,” I say to Dix before I make my way around the side of the building.
“You think you can get in?” Dix, on my heels, looks around and shakes his head. The building has two metal doors, one in front and one on the side with no visible keyholes. I don’t see any clear way to fucking breach the opening.
I take a step back and look at the structure. The doors are out of the question, but the building is low enough with plenty of other ways to get inside. I start to nod as I spot my way in.
“Yeah,” I assure him and start climbing up the side of the building. Finally, I find an open window that’s easy enough to slip through for a lean fucker like me. I find my way down the stairs and to the front entrance to let my brothers inside, looking around carefully to survey my surroundings as I go.
“Come on,” I say to Shades and Dix with a wave of my hand.
The small building is full of shit the Iron Kings stole from the Reckless Souls. The drugs and guns, the bootleg videos, videos of our working girls, designer handbags, ammo, and plenty of other shit we probably didn’t even know was missing. I let out a low whistle at all the shit they’d piled up.
“This might as well be an auxiliary location for Reckless Souls surplus product,” I grunt and shake my head.
But the thing is, it’s not just our shit populating the building. Oh no. It looks like they stole from every gang in Southern California.
“You see this?” I point to what looks like a brand-newkuttewith the Rogue Riders MC logo on the back.
