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Gate prowled to the door and looked over his shoulder as he pushed his way through.
Brent whispered in Anna’s ear, like he was trying to sooth a wounded animal. Anna watched Gate walk away with her mouth hanging open and tears glittering in her eyes.
Gate’s cell rang as he hit the stairs. He was too wound up to wait for an elevator, so his boots pounded cement.
Gate had grown so used to missing her that the numb weight he carried in his chest was like an old drinking buddy.
He popped his phone and saw Talon’s name.
“Yo,” he answered. Then he heard the rumble of a Harley. “T? What the hell, man?”
“Hookers got hit. Rosie’s beat to shit. Spider’s guys are on my ass.”
Gate ran down the stairs three at a time. “Get safe, man. Compound if you can make it. I’m on my way.”
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Jenna
I threw my head back against my pillow as I worked my clit with my Hitachi. Legs spread wide, eyes closed, I thumbed my nipple and imagined arms thick with muscle and wrapped in colorful tattoos straining as he pulled my hips up to his face so he could bury his tongue inside me. The thought of his dark head of hair between my thighs sent me over the edge, and I came on a long groan.
Damn, I thought about him. I flipped off the wand and tried to catch my breath. I’d told myself that I wouldn’t think about him. But I did. I wondered what color his eyes were, and as soon as I had the thought, I jumped off the bed, needing a distraction.
I snatched my pajama shorts and cami off the floor and pulled them back on. Then I headed for the kitchen and a glass of wine. Kristen Ashley had released a new book that I hadn’t had time to read yet.Perfect.
Pouring the wine, I waited for my Kindle to power on. Then I settled in for my version of nirvana. A comfortable couch, a fuzzy throw, chilled Bartenura, and a racy novel.
Maybe I was unrealistic in my expectations for the men in my life. Maybe that’s why I’d had a few lovers since my divorce ten years ago, but no deep and meaningful relationship. Men aren’t perfect. Neither are romance novel heroes. But aside from reading about sex hotter than any I’d ever had, the best thing about the heroes in my novels, they’d never break my heart.
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Talon
Talon leaned into a left on a yellow light and gassed the throttle as soon as he skirted the intersection. One glance in his rear view and he saw that the two cars chasing him ran the red and were still on his ass.
He dipped through traffic, weaving in and out, trying to make the Iron Dragons parking lot before Spider’s thugs caught up.
He rode low over his bike, flying through a residential area that would shave minutes off his time back to the compound.
Therat-tat-tatof gunfire spurred him even faster.
Talon hit the sidewalk and drove through a yard, busting through a wooden fence and coming out on the opposite street two blocks down.
He heard the squeal of tires and knew they’d find him soon, so he turned off the lights and rolled his bike behind a row of townhouses.
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Gate
Gate plowed through the front door of the compound and roared, “Turn off the fucking music!”
Tex didn’t waste any time, and the sudden silence echoed.
“What’s up, boss?” Tex asked, pushing the bitch out of his lap and into her own chair.
“Hookers got hit, and T’s in trouble. We’re rolling out,” Gate answered.
Smoke rose and clocked his weapons. “Let’s move!” he yelled down the hallway.
