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I sneered, “Oh, I’ll get his fucking signature. I’m not going to have my kids tainted by that motherfucker for the rest of their lives. I want them free of that bastard.”

Conroy rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Look, Kansas, Stevens wasn’t the only reason I came out to see you. You know that other problem? The one I related to what we did five years ago? Well, forensics came back on Chuck Miller. There were several sets of fingerprints at the scene, along with DNA, but one set stood out. Miguel Serrano. A hitman for the Sandoval Cartel, thought to have died five years ago when we took out the Vasquez Cartel. Kansas, I believe Serrano killed Miller. If he’s in town, that means only one thing.”

“We are all being hunted.”

It was late by the time I walked into my bedroom at the clubhouse to find Kali asleep in the middle of my bed. Too damn tired to wake her, I undressed and climbed into bed next to her.

Laying on my back, I ran through everything we discussed with Conroy. It was a lot to take in and though I was concerned about Steven’s showing up I was more concerned about Serrano.

That motherfucker was pure evil.

I’d seen firsthand what he was capable of. All of us had. He was with the Vasquez Cartel when they attacked the clubhouse five years ago. The bastard had a penchant for disemboweling his victims after he physically tortured and raped them. The fucker wasn’t picky, either. Male or female, the man’s proclivities knew no bounds. Wanted not only by the U.S. authorities and Mexican Government, but the man was also on everyone’s most wanted list.

And he was somewhere here in Lawton, Oklahoma.

“Kansas?”

“Go back to sleep, babe. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I know that. But are you okay?”

No, the fuck I wasn’t. Just when life seemed to calm down, I get hit with a double fucking whammy. Not only was Kali’s ex-fucktard evading justice, but he also now wanted visitation rights with my kids. If that wasn’t bad enough, now I have a fucking killer loose in my town, who seems hell bent on killing everyone who rode with the club down to Mexico five years ago.

So, no. I wasn’t okay.

Laying there in the dark, my woman’s soft body next to mine, I tried to turn my head off as images of Kali, my former club family and what we all did down in Mexico filtered like an old-time movie reel in my head. It wouldn’t shut off. I couldn’t stop the pictures as they played on repeat.

Sighing, Kali carefully got out of the bed.

“Where ya going, babe?”

When she didn’t respond, I rose on my elbows, watching her walk into the bathroom, only to come out a few seconds later with a small bottle in her hand. “Roll onto your stomach, Kansas.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are radiating your tension in waves. I am going to help relax you so I can sleep.”

Sighing, I fell back onto my pillow. “Babe, just come to bed.”

“Not until you are relaxed, so roll over.”

In no mood to argue with her, I did as she said. Laying there on my stomach, I waited for Kali to do something. After a few minutes, I turned my head to see my woman staring at me “Kali? You just gonna stand there or are you going to help me relax?”

She blinked a few times. “Huh. Oh yeah,” she blushed.

Smiling, I was already feeling better.

Watching as she twisted off the cap of the bottle she was holding, she gently squeezed a few drops of oil that fell onto my naked back. I flinched at the coolness of the oil, but then relaxed and sighed with pleasure. Rubbing some oil on her hands, she gently began to rub the sweet-smelling oil over my back, massaging it deeply into my skin.

Instantly, I felt my body relax as she pressed her thumbs and knuckles into my muscles. Each motion of her hands loosened my tight body even more. I breathed deeply as she moved from my back to my arms as she pulled and squeezed my muscles loose. I knew she could hear my breathing become steady with each rub of her hands.

She stopped massaging and climbed onto the bed, straddling me.

Grinning, I knew this massage was about to take a turn for the better.

Squeezing more oil onto my back, I heard the click of the cap as she rubbed the oil into my skin. With both hands, she pressed into the muscles on each side of my upper back and then to my shoulders. Leaning forward, her hard nipples briefly brushed against my back. I made a slight moan as I realized what had touched me. I knew she could feel my body tighten slightly with pleasure.

She leaned forward, allowing her breasts to rest on my bare back, her hands running down my arms, squeezing my biceps, pressing the stress out of them. I breathed deeply as my excitement grew. Her pelvis slowly rubbed against my bare ass while she kissed the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear.

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