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“I’m not a member of Baxtown Iron, and this has nothing to do with me. I want to go home,” I say weakly.

*crash*

Deacon swipes his hand across the bar as glasses and napkins fly everywhere, causing me to jump while taking a step back.

“Talk to your fucking friend, Tinker Belle,” Deacon says, walking toward the back of the clubhouse with Shadow, Gunz, Diesel, and Bulldog following.

My eyes follow Deacon as my chest pinches and tightens with every step he takes away from me. Despite my earlier statement, seeing Deacon’s caramel skin redden while his eyes blank causes me to become anxious. The irrational part of me wants to hug him and tell him that everything is gonna be all right. Yet, the sane part of my brain is screaming for me to abort mission, risk of Deacon stopping me be damned. The urge to hold Deacon while rubbing my hands over his smooth bald head has me blinking to remove the image the thought creates.

“I know you’re used to moving on your own, but shit got real, and Deacon has made it his mission to ensure your safety,Janelle,” Tinker Belle says lowly, forcing me to stop staring in the direction where Deacon went and focus on her.

“I already have a situation I’m running from, and you know this, Tink. Besides, I don’t know Deacon well enough to be forced to stay with him,” I whisper.

“Do you remember the conversation we had because along with your situation, this one…” Tinker Belle’s words trail off, causing me to fill in what she’s not openly saying.

My eyes instantly mist at the reminder of the memory of the staggering message Tinker Belle delivered that caused me to decide to return home.

“Have you ever thought about the pain of me and your parents if that man is successful? He’s been threatening to harm you for a while, and you continue ignoring the shit like he hasn’t already proven himself to be a man of his word.”

“What will change by me returning home? I will only be giving him an advantage,” I say, wiping the irate tears coursing down my face.

“This time, your support will be different. Just come home and let me worry about ensuring you live long enough for God to reverse the devil’s plan concerning you.”

“Look at you trying to be religious,” I say, smiling weakly.

“Whatever. Just bring your ass home, and I got you… I promise.”

“Mhm. He’s who I know without a shadow of a doubt will protect you with his life,” Tinker Belle says after pulling me into her chest when my eyes shift to the back of the clubhouse.

“Fine, but if he hurts me, I’m kicking your ass,” I acquiesce.

“Trust me. The only thing Deacon will hurt is your pussy after he plows his way through the cobwebs you’ve been spinning on your deserted snatch.”

“I hate you,” I whisper, tightening my arms around her body.

Warmth spreads throughout my body at the thought of Deacon punishing my poor pussy, causing my middle to thump in appreciation.

“Not. Deacon!” Tinker Belle says, yelling for the man of the hour, causing my heart to beat erratically when Deacon’s heavy steps sound and his handsome face surfaces.

The fury surrounding Deacon is tangible as his hard eyes, a deep frown, and wrinkles spread on his forehead, and he makes his way to the main part of the clubhouse. Exhaling the air gathering in my tight lungs, I take slow and measured steps toward the glowering man.

“I’m—uh, if you’re ready to go, I’m ready,” I say, assessing Deacon with rapt attention as his eyes clear before he looks heavenward momentarily. A slow smile upturns his lips before his panther-like gait toward me causes me to slowly lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Been ready, Squeak,” Deacon says when there’s only an inch between us.

God, help me. This man is about to wreck more than my willpower.

HearingShadow’s and Gunz’s irons behind me allows me to safely concentrate on guiding Squeak to my house. Having my boys at my back almost releases the tension in my shoulders and back. Yet, the thought of harm coming to Squeak has me gripping the hell outta my handlebars, causing my knuckles to ashen. The forty-five minute commute to my house feels like two days when I finally reach my security gate. A year after joining Baxtown Iron, I had my home built in a secluded area of town that allows me to have some assurance that Squeak will be completely safe staying with me. Gunz and Shadow also live in the area, which means I’m never without backup if someone is stupid enough to track me to my safe place. Placing my hand onthe palm reader, I rev my engine as the gate slowly opens after confirming my identity.

“Do you need us to hang out for a little bit?” Gunz asks after I cut the engine on my iron a few minutes later.

Before I can respond, a low chuckle leaves Shadow's mouth, causing Gunz to smirk.

“Make sure the gate closes completely when you niggas pass through,” I say, walking toward Squeak’s car to assist her with getting out.

“How many people live here?” Squeak asks with wide-eyed wonderment when I take her hand and lead her to my front door.

“Just me and Carol Ann,” I say, smirking when Squeak stops walking and glowers at me, causing the arch in her left eyebrow to hike.

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