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“Fuck that! There are too many fish in the sea for me to tie my dick down to just one, Kodiak,” he blusters. I just shake my head knowing he’ll have to eat his words at some point.

It’s been two days since I sent Luna a text and it’s been left on delivered but not opened or read. I’m starting to wonder if she’s blowing me off then think better of it. That woman is just as enraptured by me as I am of her. Something’s going on and I hope she’s alright. Because if anything’s happened to her and I catch wind of it, I’ll add another town to my list of ones I’ve burned to the ground. I’m not quite ready to examine my feelings too closely; it’s not how I was raised nor how I’ve lived my life, but my Moon has taken over most of my waking thoughts.

Plus, some of my dreams have starred her, which usually results in me taking my dick in hand as it plays out in my head.

Standing, I go to find Auto to see if he can do a search on my Luna Moon. I’m not sure if the last name on her books is a pen name or not, but it’s someplace for him to start at least. Finding him in his war room, I knock on the door jamb to get his attention.

“What’s up, pres?” he asks, lifting his head and looking me in the eye.

“Need you to locate someone for me, Auto. I don’t know if this is her pen name or not, but I need you to dig deep and find me an address.”

“What’s the name?” he questions, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.

“Luna Crane,” I tell him.

“Got it. I’ll dig and bring you what I uncover,” he says, dismissing me, already in the zone.

“Thanks, brother,” I say, leaving his room since he has a hard time concentrating when one of us is breathing over his shoulder.

I’m in the main room of the clubhouse catching up with the rest of the Deviants when Auto comes strolling into the room with papers clutched into his hands.

“What did you find?” I ask, ripping the band aid off not wanting to deal with any platitudes.

“You know that chick fight Conan’s been droning on about, Kodiak?”

“Yes,” I hiss, gritting my teeth. I’m sick and tired of him and the guys playing out imaginary scenarios and forcing Midas and Tritan to replay it.

“Well, your chick, Luna, was a participant in it. She’s currently in a lockup down in Denton County. She saw the judge last night and she and her friend, Demi Kelson, are stuck there eating the time up until someone bails them out. They should be hitting their time served in ten days.”

My head hangs and my cock stiffens in my jeans when I think about my innocent woman dueling. That’s a hot picture running through my mind. I look up at my blood brother to see his jaw hanging.

“That’s the girl you spent the night with?” Xavier asks as I nod my head. “Damn. Why are the good ones always taken?”

“Because good women, they don’t want a loser and a player like you, Conan,” Hemi teases, which has the room breaking out in uproarious laughter.

“Fuck off. The lot of you,” Xavier says, waving them off. “What do you want to do about your girl, brother?”

“I want someone to anonymously bail them out. Both Luna and her friend. I don’t want it being traced back to me,” I answer.

“Why not?” Auto probes.

“Because it’ll embarrass her, that’s why,” I explain. And not that I’ll admit this to them, but because I need some time to process.

There’s a part of me that wants to march up those steps of the jailhouse and cart her away, then place her inside of a protective bubble. Plus, I need to take myself on a trip down to Piggly’s and find out what went down. If Luna was targeted out of some sort of bitch jealousy, heads are going to roll and I’ll be holding Piggly personally responsible.

Also, I don’t want to jump to any conclusions and meet my guys in the ring. They’re paid to keep things copacetic and that’s not what ended up happening. We’re still building our reputation and I don’t want this incident to show up on any of our review sites.

Expecting my men to follow orders, I grab my keys from my pocket and hit the road. My first request is going to be that they let me watch the surveillance videos. Then I’ll decide what to do from there.

Damn. This woman is going to keep me dancing. I have a feeling there’s more to her than what I initially thought. She has a backbone that doesn’t show itself unless it’s dragged out from her. That brings a grin to my face. I can’t wait to get her riled up and see what type of wildcat she can be.

CHAPTER TWELVE

LUNA

I’mover being sick and tired. Demi keeps casting me concerned looks, but I don’t know what to tell her. This doesn’t feel like the flu or anything of the sort. I haven’t heard any rumblings of a stomach virus circulating either. And trust me, my readers will share that information. Especially if they have school aged children who’ve passed it onto them.

Not only that, but except for the occasions when Demi drags me out of the house, I live a relatively quiet life. I get my groceries delivered and outside of doctor appointments, which are few and far between, thank God, I’m pretty much always at home.

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