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“I’m trying new things.” He shrugged, making him even more adorable than ever. And sexy. He was undeniably sexy.

“I am getting a little hungry. How long are you gonna be? And should you even be driving?”

“I won’t be more than an hour. And I’m fine to drive.”

I barely gave his suggestion a second thought. “Okay, then it’s a date.”

He swatted me on the ass when I finally turned away from him, the unexpected smack making me squeal in surprise.

When I looked at him over my shoulder, I took a mental picture, wanting to remember the arch of his brow and the slightly crooked grin he wore.

I didn’t know how our relationship had swung from uncertainty to where we were now, which was discussing moving in together and planning a future.

But I was thankful to whatever part of the universe had stepped in to help.

31

A rush of serenity descended over me as I pulled into the clubhouse lot. We no longer had to look over our shoulders, waiting for the cartel’s next move. Even though I should have been the one to put a bullet into Javier’s brain, his death would have to serve as justice for Crash’s death.

“I was just about to call you,” Nash said as he walked up to me, beer in hand.

“What’s up?”

“Prez wants everyone in Chambers.”

“Don’t tell me we have another problem.”

I didn’t think I could emotionally handle another issue, not with worrying about Ria’s pregnancy. She’d said everything was fine with the baby, but apprehension licked at my heels. I wouldn’t breathe a sigh of relief until that kid popped out. And even then…

“No. No problem.”

I preceded Nash into the room and took my seat at the table.

“You okay, man?” Miles asked. “You look a little pale.”

“My stomach.”

I popped the lid off my medication and swallowed two pills. I was shocked to see I only had four pills left because I hadn’t realized I’d taken that many in the past couple days. Thankfully I still had another refill.

The robust, throaty growl of several bikes arriving at once was one of the best sounds. Damn, I missed riding. I’d been using my truck a lot lately but wanted to get back out on the open road as soon as I healed up.

“We all here?” Prez asked, jerking his chin toward several of the guys who just walked in. “Good.” He waited until everyone quieted down, which didn’t take long. “I want to make sure we’re all on the same page with what went down in Mexico.”

For the next ten minutes, he recapped the events that unfolded, from when we arrived at the warehouse to thinking we were done for, to witnessing the head of the Los Zappas cartel murdering his own nephew.

“We knocked on death’s door, but thankfully that fucker didn’t answer,” Stone added after Prez had finished.

“And we’re sure Carrillo won’t change his mind and come after us?” Rez asked, scratching the side of his face, skepticism trailing his question.

“We’re good,” Marek said, not elaborating on his answer.

“Because there’s no longer a threat, our brothers will return to California.” Prez gripped Marek’s shoulder and nodded. He then looked at each of Marek’s guys. “Thanks for all your help. And let us know if you ever needusfor backup.”

“Let’s hope we don’t,” Jagger retorted, bumping his shoulder into Lincoln’s. “I think we’ve had enough excitement to last the rest of our lives.”

A murmur erupted between all who were present. Everyone agreed that this most recent tryst with evil was the last one any of us wanted to entertain.

“I think a ruckus is in order,” Rascal shouted as he brought his fist down onto the table.

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