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“So what do you think we should do?” I ask him outright.
City snorts out a laugh. “South, the age gap is gonna be a big deal for Hurricane and Bayou, let alone the fact that no one is or willeverbe good enough for the women in their lives. If I were you, I’d stop whatever this is and get out now before you end up in a ditch. Now is the time this club needs to be united. A scandal like this could break the club apart. Hurricane needs to be focused.”
My stomach twists on itself because I hear the words City is saying, and deep down, I know he’s right.
I should stay away.
I should keep my distance.
But I already know there’s no possible way in hell I can do that. There’s this insatiable pull toward Ingrid. It’s chemical. I can’t keep away from her. And I owe it to her to be there for her when she goes through this surgery.
I need to be there for her every step of the way.
“I don’t think I can stay away from her, City,” I reply honestly.
He looks me in the eyes and lets out a small laugh. “Shiiit,brother. Hurricaneisgoing to kill you.” He slaps my shoulder, chuckling to himself. “Good luck. I hope she’s worth the beating you’re gonna get when he finds out.”
I simply shrug. “She’s worthevery-damn-thing.”
City smiles, his joking side seeming to evaporate. “You really like her?”
“Can’t help it, brother. We just… fit.”
City widens his eyes like he’s in shock but squeezes my shoulder. “Then you need to tell Hurricane and Bayou before they find out. Tell them openly and honestly. I still don’t think you have a chance in hell of coming out of this alive, but maybe if you’re open with them, they might see it from your point of view.”
“Thanks, brother… I’ll have a chat with Ingrid. She has some other shit going on that we need to talk to them about too. So it’s gonna be a double whammy.”
“Jesus, you haven’t got her pregnant… have you?” His eyes widen.
I snort. “God, no, nothing like that.”
“Good, all right. So just warn me when you’re gonna talk to them so I can at least say my goodbyes to you properly before they off you.”
“Fuck you!” I quip, and he chuckles, standing and taking his almost-finished beer with him.
“In all honesty, South. I’m glad you’re settling down with someone who makes you happy. I hope you can make it work.”
“Thanks, brother. I hope so too,” I tell him, and he spins, walking off.
My eyes instinctively find Ingrid again by the bar, but this time, she is looking at me. I raise my glass in a gesture of hello.
She smiles and stands, making her way toward the kitchen. My pulse rate skyrockets as I figure out if that’s a subliminal message for me to follow her. As far as I can tell, everyone is in the main clubroom, so I stand, trying to be as discreet as possible, and make my way down the hall into the kitchen.
Carefully, I walk inside, but she’s nowhere to be seen. As I round the corner, the door to the pantry opens, and she pops her head out, waving at me with a bright smile.
Chuckling, I quickly check over my shoulder that no one is coming. The coast is clear, so I dart off for the pantry, walk inside, and close the door behind me. Turning, Ingrid is pressed against the shelves, her chest heaving with heady breaths.
“I’ve fucking missed you.” My voice is low, gravelly, and full of lust as I stalk toward her. My hands reach out, gripping the shelves on either side of her head as I lean in so close to her mouth that I can smell the mint on her breath. Her hands rest on my hips, dragging me closer. “I’ve been needing to touch you all day.”
My mouth connects with her neck, tasting her delicate skin. My teeth graze along her goosebumps, my tongue darting out, sampling her salty sweetness. “I was so worried about you when that message came through, angel.I was fucking murderous thinking someone could be hurting you,” I admit, then continue kissing down her neck to her collarbone.
She pants breathlessly. Ingrid’s fingers run through my long hair, caressing my scalp.
Fuck, I love the way she does that.
“After everything happened, and the soldier came in with the machine gun, I thought I would never see you again. You were the last thing that went through my mind, and then you were there. I thought I was dead and dreaming.”
My lips trail back up her neck to the corner of her lips, gently kissing the edge of her mouth. “I will always find you, Ingrid. I will always fight for you. And, if I need to, I willalwayskill for you.”
