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“Damnit, I’m not a cheat. And I want something with Summer. I don’t fuckin’ understand why I kissed you.” Slick’s eyes held devastation.
He actually meant what he was saying, so I decided to throw him a bone.
“We’ll chalk it up to the emotions of the day. Don’t ever touch me again, though. I’m not the other woman, nor do I encourage cheating.”
“Thank you. Let’s just forget it happened,” Slick stated fervently. His eyes revealed shame and guilt, which made me feel bad. Especially as I had responded to his kiss. But I would never be the mistress, that’s for certain.
“I gotta go,” I grumbled and started my bike.
“Drake will want to talk to you,” Slick replied, trying to stop me leaving.
“I’ve nothing to say to him. See you later,” I said and moved out, weaving my way around a few members of Rage and the Unwanted Bastards. I resisted the urge to glance over my shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, I hit the road.
Slick
Shit, what had that been? He had been filled with relief at seeing Irish uninjured and knowing that she’d saved some lives again, that he’d just had to kiss her. While Summer was his perfect woman, Slick couldn’t deny he wasn’t attracted to Irish and her fire. There was something about her that drew him in, and he ruthlessly acknowledged it. But Summer was his dream: soft, sweet, gentle, and loving. Slick knew that when Summeroffered her heart, she gave it completely. There’d be no holding back with Summer.
Slick’s emotions had already engaged with Summer, and he guessed she’d fill most of his empty space. But Irish, with her strength and fight, also appealed to him. It was like they were two sides of the same coin. Slick shook his head. He had everything he desired within reach. A real woman to call his own. Slick wouldn’t let this little infatuation with Irish derail that.
From now on in, he’d deal with Irish professionally and keep her at a distance. Sparks were not enough for Slick; he desired something more. He wanted love and a life.
Surely he deserved that after everything?
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The return to Rage was chaos. Drake and half the brothers had gone to the hospital. He’d sent the rest to the clubhouse with Ace. The old ladies went to Reading Hall. Before leaving, they’d helped tidy up the compound for the Unwanted Bastards, and the women had stored the food in their fridges.
Drake had been annoyed that he’d let Irish go, as Drake thought she might have been able to feed them further information. Slick had shrugged and let Drake’s anger roll off his back.
He’d returned to the clubhouse with Ace and was antsy. The fact Florida had been seen on the cuts meant that Fury had sent his own guys in. This wasn’t an associate club—or one they’d taken over. These men Fury had recruited to Venomous Fangs. They were far from home. It made Slick wonder if Fury was also present in Spearfish. The police had swarmed the UnwantedBastards compound, took statements, and watched security footage.
There’d been many phone calls to other departments involved in the brewing war; Chief Howser weighed in as well. It had taken several hours, but finally, they’d all been released. The return trip to Rage had been quiet.
The clubhouse had a strange atmosphere, as if they were all on edge, Slick noted. Pink’s death was hitting them hard, even though he hadn’t been Rage.
When Ace’s phone began to ring, everybody tensed. Ace clipped out a few words and ran his hand through his hair before hanging up.
“Everyone is fine. They’ve made it through surgery or whatever was needed. Drake needs a prospect to head to the hospital to bring our brothers home,” Ace said, his gaze falling on Harley.
Harley nodded and disappeared.
“No major injuries?” Slick questioned.
“To us, no. For the Unwanted Bastards, Bomber’s out of action, and Pink is dead. When’s this shit gonna end?” Ace asked no one in particular.
Slick found it was a question he wanted answers to.
Summer
Slick was waiting with breakfast the next day when I arrived at the garden centre. We didn’t open till ten on a Sunday, so I usually got there at nine, gaining me a couple of hours to lay in. He was smiling as I approached, but I sensed there was something hanging over him.
“Morning, baby,” he announced, bending and giving me a sweet kiss.
“Is everything okay?” I searched his face.
“Bad night yesterday. But don’t worry,” Slick answered, which immediately caused me to fret.
“How so?” I questioned as we walked to what was now our picnic spot.
