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With paddle in hand, I open the door to find her boyfriend standing there, rubbing his cock through his black leather pants. The man couldn’t be more than twenty-one. I glance at the woman, who couldn’t be any younger than thirty. We all have a kink.

The young man steps into the room, and I close the door. When he doesn’t move, I give him a gentle nudge toward the woman.

“Get on your knees,” I tell the guy and he does without question. The woman spreads her legs, pussy glistening.

“Watcher. Watcher. Wake the fuck up!”

I open my eyes and see most of the club standing around me, shaking their heads. Doc Martin stands behind them, needle in hand.

“Put your dick away,” Beast says.

I look down and see my dick doing a Herculian press against my jeans. I don’t bother mentioning the dream. They all know where I go and what I do. They’ve been told about the woman in black and her boyfriend eating her pussy while I paddled her ass. That’s me. That’s who I am. The big question—will Jessica like that side of me?

Everyone except Beast leaves the room, and he keeps me from falling over when I try to sit up.

“What time is it?” I ask

“Two o’clock. It’s Monday.”

“Fuck. What happened to Sunday?” I try to stand, but Beast keeps me sitting.

“Doc Martin just gave you another shot and checked your stitches. Diesel gave me the lowdown on Kasparov. I checked, and he’s already back in New York.”

“The Prospect?” The image of him lying on the ground, his dead eyes staring at me, flashes in my mind.

“His funeral is tomorrow.” Beast walks around the room. “I’ve got Slash and Kentucky looking into some things. The New York chapter will try and get their hands on Kasparov. They have a mafia contact in New York City that has had similar dealings with the asshole.”

“Say when and I’m on my bike to New York.” I grab my phone and see a dozen messages from Jessica. “Fuck.”

“I spoke to her last night, Watcher.” Beast moves to the open doorway. “You sure about her. Daddy’s got a lot of pull. He can rain down a lot of hell on this club.”

“Yeah. I am. She might be able to help with the Memphis chapter move. She said there was no way her old man would go back on making them move. But she thought she could help the process.”

“Be careful with her, Watcher. She’s young.”

“She’s got an old soul,” I say. “It’ll work out the way it should.” At least, that was my hope. “I’m going to head that way this afternoon.”

“You’re not. You’re staying here.” He shakes his head before I can protest. “Her and that Diablo chick Kentucky is banging is coming down tonight. Jessica wants to nurse you back to health before the Memphis Macabre’s next bout on Saturday.” Beast starts to leave but turns and puts his hands on the doorjamb. “You need to introduce her to your way of life before you get too deep, Watcher. Let her know what you’re all about. That shit isn’t for everyone.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Get one of the Prospects to take you home. Your bike is already there.”

When Beast leaves, I lay back and stare at the ceiling. Yeah, I need to tell Jessica. No, she probably won’t like it.

8

Jessica

The last thing I expected to happen in life was to fall for a man, and then he almost die in a gun battle. That’s not what I signed up for. I needed to hear from Watcher and understand what happened. Was this something I’d always have to worry about if we stayed together? I guessed that was probably the case.

I close the office door and stare at the cuts Diablo had made for me and some of the others. The Sisters of Chaos. Was I ready to take my on-rink antics out onto the roads of Memphis? Sure, why not? Too many people had been pushing me around lately. It was time to push back, and now I had the means.

I have a friend who works at the local hospital. I gave her a call last night and asked if they had anyone come in with a gunshot wound the night Watcher saved my ass at the bar. Yes, they did. Four men came in together but wouldn’t give the police any information. Kaycee, my friend, gave me each victim’s name and address. She was another one I could add to the club, though I doubted she would leave the hospital.

“What time are we leaving?” Diablo says when she walks in. She sits at the small table in my office, wearing her Sisters of Chaos cut. The cuts for Kat and Emily are lying on the table with mine.

“I need your help with something. If you’re not interested, I’ll understand.” I get up and go to the whiteboard hanging on my wall. I write four names, and Diablo stands.

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