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Scowling, Punk barks at Chase. “I don’t need security footage. I saw the fucker with my own eyes, Chase. It. Was. Him.”

Gregory O’Donnell is the pompous self-righteous senator out of Florida Punk had the displeasure of having as a step-father. The man made our biker brother’s adolescence a living hell. Punk doesn’t talk about his past often. However, he makes it no secret he firmly believes his step-father had a hand in the downfall of Punk’s relationship to his childhood sweetheart, Natalie.

Atlas rests a heavy hand on Punk’s shoulder to anchor him. “We believe you, brother. The footage is to prove to the rest of the world what a piece of shit he is. It’s our evidence we’ll use to build our case against him. There’s nothing we can do about it until we investigate more. Be pissed if you need to be, but take comfort in knowing we’ll nail the bastard to the wall.”

“Been a long time coming, Punk. Taking the extra time to build a solid case against Senator O’Donnell will make it worth it when we bring him down,” Gauge chimes in with a reassuring tone.

Placated for the moment, Punk nods sullenly.

Atlas juts his chin at our caravan of vehicles. “Come on. Let’s pack up. Tomorrow, we dig into O’Donnell.”

As Atlas leads Punk away from the group, my skinny biker brother turns on his combat heels and walks towards me and Candy. What Punk says next brings all the cards down around us.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

BUTCH

“You know no one cares, right?” Punk looks around at our crew before looking back at me. “Like none of us.”

Unsure of what Punk is talking about, I raise an eyebrow in question. Confused, I look at Candy and find her with feathered brows, too, as clueless as me.

Chase stops typing on his tablet, looking over the top of his black frame glasses at us. Atlas and Gauge move in closer, looking between me, Candy, and Punk. My eyes land on Ziggy beside Chase. He looks equally perplexed as he meets my gaze, shrugging. The rest of the crew stays where they are, but they stop what they were doing to watch the interaction with curiosity.

All the attention is suddenly on me and Candy, and I don’t know why. It’s unnerving. My gut flips, certain whatever Punk is about to reveal will be unpleasant for me and my woman. I instinctively draw Candy closer to me. My eyes dart between all my brothers as I remain silent, waiting for Punk to continue.

“This.” Punk waves a hand between me and Candy. “Candy leading behind closed doors.”

Catching on to what he’s referring to, dread has me freezing. When Candy went full domme in the private suite, I assumed the guys may tease us or wonder if it was a show or not. I didn’t expect anyone to be ballsy enough to call us out on it.

Hell, Punk isn’t even questioning. He automatically assumes it’s true, meaning me or Candy had to have said or done something prior to tonight’s event to give substance to the theory.

Looking back over our short time together, there were a handful of moments where we weren’t as secretive as we could’ve been. But overall, we were careful.

Candy’s performance in front of O’Conall was enough to make anyone previously speculating on the dynamic of our relationship to be certain of it.

Punk must see something in my face to alert him to my unease. His face softens as he addresses me. “Seriously, bro. We don’t care. The crew is happy you’re getting your dick wet.”

Ziggy chokes on a chuckle, trying to disguise it as a cough. I glare at my best friend for finding humor in my discomfort.

Sensing I’m close to losing it, Candy runs her hand along my back to soothe me. Her tender touch is enough to ease some of my duress, though not enough to calm me completely. The two of us are being outed, and I’m not sure how to feel about my secret being revealed.

On the one hand, it’ll be nice not to hide who I am with my brothers. Yet on the other, I worry it may change how some of my brothers feel about me. As far as I’m aware, I’m the only male sub in our club. Being the only one is an isolating position. Ziggy understands this as being the only gay biker in our crew. Although they accept him entirely, would they grant me the same grace?

“Was it a shock?” Punk continues. “Meh. Not really. I mean, Candy has always had the ‘I don’t get on my knees for no man’ mentality.”

“Facts,” Gauge confirms, with a nod.

Beside me, Candy releases a dainty snort of amusement, agreeing with them without words. No doubt she let none of my brothers call the shots in the bedroom. After escaping Lorenzo Bianchi’s brothel, it would be her way or no way. With me, she’s safe to take it to a higher level of control.

Curious to see how my other brothers are reacting, I scan their faces. None of them looks upset or disgusted. They actually give me small smiles of encouragement, almost like they’re trying to reassure me all is good.

Although I hear the words coming out of Punk’s mouth, I simply can’t comprehend. Do the guys truly not care I’m a submissive? Have I made this into a bigger deal than it actually is?

Another look at my brothers is all the proof I need. It’s not an issue for them.

Fuck. I’m schmuck for thinking the worst of them when they only see the best in me.

Punk drones on, channeling his normal punk-ass demeanor and specialty with pissing people off. “Who cares if you like getting tied up or ordered around on all fours?”

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