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Mav leans over and kisses my cheek, “Next theme night I’ll bring you. We’ll dress to match and have a great time.”

“Okay, that’s a date,” I grin and turn to watch how the bar staff are running around showing how capable they are. It’s a delight to watch how efficiently they move from one thing to another. I notice there are a lot of men here with the same jacket as Mav and they give chin lifts as they pass our table.

The evening is relaxed and enjoyable. We even have a few dances together which surprised me how fluidly Mav dances. Honestly, he’s as hot as heck and if I was an easy kind of girl, I would have jumped his bones. But, I’m not, so I don’t, but it doesn’t mean I can’t dream about it later.

CHAPTER TWENTY

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The date night was great, nothing untoward happened and I’m more than thankful for that fact. Blake and I talked a lot about our past, what we wanted for the moment, and for the future.

Blake has a great personality, and she is amusing once she feels comfortable with you. I like her more than a little and the more the evening went on, the more I felt she was my one.

I snagged us a booth when we arrived and it was positioned so we could watch people dancing and yet be close to the bar. Blake wasn’t hungry, so we didn’t bother with a meal, and she only had the one drink before sticking with coke. I had two beers and took my time with them because I did not want to get drunk.

Meat and Star were all themed up, of course. They were in 1920s garb. If I’m honest, they both looked damn good too. Blake thought it was great and asked if there was a theme night where she could dress up too. Now, that piqued my curiosity, but pleased me she would join in with the fun.

Dancing, I made sure every opportunity I got I placed my hands on her, showing everyone in this place that she was with me and mine. Ruger and Sting gave me a chin lift and a smirk when they saw me guiding Blake back to our booth. But I flicked them a middle finger when Blake wasn’t looking, which had them both laughing like fools.

The best part of the evening for me was when we arrived back at Blake’s. I made no effort to go inside, even when she invited mein. I told her we’d take it slow, and that I wanted to show her I’m committed to having a relationship with her.

Taking her face between my hands, I tilted her head back and slowly lowered my face until our lips met. I made sure to nip, suck and lick every part of her lips and mouth. By the time I was finished, Blake was glassy-eyed and had a gorgeous rosy-hue on her cheeks.

I told her I’d see her on the weekend as she works evenings, and I am on Club Whisky door duty all week. I also have to fit in this sparring with Garth. But I can’t wait for the weekend.

Snapping to attention, I realize I’m not listening to what is being said in church. “Are you with us now, Mav? Or still got your mind on something else?”

All the brothers are looking at me and have fucking smirks on their faces. Being caught daydreaming is not going to be forgotten any time in the near future. Axel will make sure to keep this in his,take the piss armory.

“I’m good, Pres,” is all that I manage, before noticing everyone has a tiny pencil behind their ear. My eyes flick to BS to see if he has noticed, and yeah, he has because he has his arms folded over his chest and giving everyone the stink eye.

Forest, who is sitting near me, is chuckling and points to the pencil behind his ear. “This has come in handy, BS. But it’s a fucker to stay in place. Maybe you have big flapping ears, you know, to hold the pencil to your head.”

Before BS can answer, Forest’s pencil falls from behind his ear, which he catches with one hand, sighs and pops it back in place. But gives a look to BS that says,what can you do!

Everyone has a laugh over it, except for BS, of course, but Pres pulls everyone into line when he’s stopped chuckling himself, mind you.

“Okay, let’s get to it. BS, what do you have to report?” Axel’s not wasting any time and getting right to it.

BS, after giving everyone a filthy look, takes the pencil from behind his ear which has brothers chuckling. He takes out his small notepad too and starts to speak. “I have been to every business we own and spoken to each and every employee. Some mentioned they had seen strangers in town, but they had seen nothing to spark a sense of danger, or anything to be worried about.

“But they had overheard gossip of women disappearing from town, mainly young women. Teenagers that had no solid family support. In other words, easy targets. We missed the fact that women were going missing because they were from places where no one cared. It sickens me. Oh, Lucas and his friends from the wood-yard also beat up some creep looking in a young woman's window. I’m sure the fucker won’t be doing that again.”

Buzz taps with his knuckles on the table in front of him, gaining everyone’s attention, “I spoke with Graham, well he contacted me to give me the info on the men Vitale took over. By the way, Pres, you fought well. Vitale has a black eye, split lip and is limping by all accounts.”

The room, of course, gossips about the fight between Axel and Vitale, but as I look at Axel, I shake my head because he’s smirking like a fool. No wonder the twins are hellions!

“Okay, let me finish,” Buzz continues, “Vitale didn’t even question them once he verified they were Milanas men. Hequickly gave them all a bullet between their eyes and left them for Nell to feed to the gators.

“Graham told me that the teenagers we rescued are rehoused, re-homed, or whatever, in safe places far away from here. They are going to be fine and are having counseling sessions. Graham said Nell was more than happy with where the teenagers are and how they will be looked after.”

“I’m closely watching the women that frequent the club. I’ve all the staff onboard too. They know any sign of anything out of the ordinary they tell me, or whoever is on door duty,” Silver states.

Beer follows that statement, “I’ve done the same at TJs, and I’m telling you if I get my hands on one of these fuckers trying to date rape drug a woman I’ll have him in the back of my truck unconscious and I’ll take him somewhere quiet to rip him apart. I’ll even borrow Meat’s cleaver to do it.”

Hearing a grunt, we all turn to look at Meat who is giving Beer a nod that’s saying he can have a cleaver if he wants one.

“I’ll come and give you a hand, Beer. I’d be all over ripping some asshole to bits for raping women. They are not men. They are cowards and the age of some of these girls makes them pedo’s too.” I add to the conversation, which has everyone muttering agreement.

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