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“That was wonderful,” Skittles said. “I’ll go check on her.”

“I got it,” I said.

I found April sitting in the kid’s play area with no kids around. I watched her from the doorway, enjoying the way she tilted her head and the way her hair lay over her shoulder. She looked at me and smiled. I enjoyed her smile more than anything. Paul was wrong about her light going out long ago. The asshole was a darkness that would dim anyone’s light.

“I’m fine,” she said. I’ve waited a long time to do that. I’m glad it has finally happened.” She put several legos together and built a house. “I have a non-compete at work. I won’t be able to practice in Pine Bluff for a year.”

“You’re going to think I’m bat shit crazy,” I said. “My mother owned a flower shop back home.”

April smiled again. “You want to move?”

I shook my head no. “I can’t leave the club. But I can bring the flower shop here.” I sat behind her and slipped my arms around her, resting my hands on her inner thighs. She turned her head, and we shared a kiss. “I’ll move the business here and let you run it. No interference from me. Just you and the bees.”

“I’d fucking love that, Ethan.” April turned around, and we shared another kiss. The heat between us was making me hard. We breathed each other’s air and shared each other’s warmth. She was nothing like any woman I’d ever been with. “I think we should address the elephant in the room.”

“I don’t see an elephant.” I shrugged.

“I know I’m ten years older than you, Ethan.” She looked away, and I moved her chin back toward me. “Do the math. How’s that going to work with all this young pussy running around you?”

“Wow. Young pussy? The club is already changing your vocabulary.” She ran her fingers up my arms and rested her hand against my cheek. “I don’t give a damn about the age difference. The age of pussy doesn’t matter if it’s not going to treat you right.”

“I keep expecting to wake up from this dream with you, roll over, and see Paul lying beside me. It scares the living shit out of me.” She shuddered, and I realized then the damage the man had done to her emotionally and psychologically. Payback was going to be a bitch.

“You and I, we got this,” I said. “We stood, and I moved her against the wall, stepping on a doll that whined and wanted a bottle. We both laughed, and Big Kentucky came in before we headed to my room.

“We got trouble, lover boy. Need you in church now!” He nodded at April. “Ma’am.”

“Fuck.” I gently slapped April on the ass. “Duty calls, but when it’s finished, you and I have a date.”

April joined Skittles, Gigi, and Wendy. I went into church and closed the door. Everyone but Cinder was in the room.

“Cinder’s missing,” Beast said.

“He was just here.” Watcher stood and looked out the window at the parking lot.

Beast stood and put his hands on the table. “One of Manning’s deputies found Cinder’s bike in the middle of a back road.”

“Where’s Trixie?” I asked.

“Bitch is gone,” Big Kentucky said.

“That doesn’t mean she’s responsible,” Watcher reacted.

“Just because she’s sucking your dick doesn’t mean she’s not guilty,” Beast said. “I’ve got six Prospects out searching now.” He pointed at me. “We’re still hitting the Punishers at that farmhouse in the morning. Until then, everyone’s on the street looking for Cinder and Trixie.”

10

Trixie

Idabbed Cinder’s head with a wet washcloth, and he moaned like a normal man who thought he was dying from a cold. He rolled to the left but didn’t open his eyes. He hadn’t realized his hands were cuffed and his feet tied with Zip Ties.

Luckily, he’d left the club alone after getting an anonymous call from yours truly. Amazing how fast a man can move when pussy is involved. Too excited to pay attention to the road, I ran my car into the back of his bike and sent him skidding along the center yellow lines, laying his bike down in sparks and loud screeching. He rolled a good hundred feet before coming to a stop. By then, he was dazed and had no idea who was helping him get into a car. Then I gave him a little shot to put him out, thanks to my FBI stash of drugs.

I didn’t disagree that Kristine made her own bed and had to die in it. We were as close as any sisters and often talked about the freaky shit we were into. Since we both enjoyed kink, we decided we got our nastiness gene from our parents. We often sat in our shared bedroom giggling at the noises our parents made while fucking in their bedroom. When we asked Dad about the noises, he said Mom was a restless sleeper.

They toned it down a bit after I asked the question, and one night, after they left for a party, Kristine and I snuck into their bedroom and found Mom’s secret box under the bed. The shit we pulled out of the box made us laugh the rest of the night.

A few weeks after we found the box and I was home alone, I went back to the box and took the thing that vibrated and looked like a dick. It took nearly thirty minutes to figure out its proper use, but once I did, I think I used it more than she did. Kristine later admitted she had done the same thing.

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