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“So does remaining president of this club.”

I sound aloof. Like the way she’s looking at me right now doesn’t make me want to spend the night devouring her dewy lips.

Our eyes meet, and I know mine are betraying me, despite my blank expression.

She holds her hand against her chest. “I will look after it,” she says gently.

She smiles and the knot tightens in my chest again. I decide I’m going to kiss her. I mean, we need to sell this union in front of my club.

But before I can, my phone rings, and it’s Gambit who is leading the patrols tonight.

“Yeah?”

“It’s the Psychos all right. We’ve been tailing one. Want to come join the fun?”

I look at Belle who is looking up at me. I want to stay just so I can kiss her again. But this needs to be done. “All right, send me your location.”

Belle bites her lip, and I have a feeling she’s hiding disappointment which lights me up inside.

“You have to go?”

I put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You okay to stay?”

She looks up at me and light dances in her beautiful eyes. “Of course, I’ll help clean up and see you back at the clubhouse.”

“You want me to come back and pick you up?”

She shakes her head. “Go do what you’ve got to do. I’ll get a lift back with Mya.”

Then surprising me, she hops up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

And for a moment it almost feels real.

CHAPTER 25

BEAST

I find Gambit,Bear, and Axe sitting on their Harleys on the side of the road in Thorny Pocket, a suburb in St. Boniface’s red light district.

“We spied him coming into town via the back roads,” Gambit says.

“Where is he now?”

He gestures down the hill toward the old canning factory. It’s a brothel now. “Getting his dick sucked and his balls played with.”

“You spoke with Dove?” I ask.

Dove is the owner of the brothel and a friend of the club.

Gambit nods. “She confirmed it.”

“Did you mention he might be dealing some lethal shit and to warn her staff?”

“Dove doesn’t tolerate her staff taking shit. She vets them thoroughly.”

Good. The last thing we want is him spreading that poison through the brothels.

“Where did he stop on the way here?” I ask.

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