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Dallas chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that about our crew.”

Ten minutes later, we parked out the front of the mechanical garage that was off the compound. Melissa got out and skipped to Dallas’s side. “Do you want to hold my hand as we walk in?”

He glared down at her, and she smiled wide. He gnashed his teeth and snapped, “I will break you, tiny woman.”

She winked. “In a good way, right?”

He groaned, rolled his head back to look at the sky, and then he glared back down and said, “No, right now I’m thinkin’ of wrappin’ my hands around your neck till you don’t breathe. Leave me the hell alone.”

“Sure, my Viking man.” The crazy woman then slapped him on the arse and ran for the door, yelling over her shoulder, “We’ll try that dirty move later.”

Shaking my head, I also walked towards the door with an annoyed Dallas, who was grumbling once again, and a chuckling Gypsy.

Chapter Eleven

SAXON

Thank fuck all the women and Julian were out when we got in. Melissa disappeared somewhere, so I gathered the brothers there and called for church. With a quick introduction, the meeting was called to order by Dodge, with Talon standing at his back.

“Right,” Gypsy started and stood from his chair opposite me at the table. “Spoke to Mason. Our computer guy found the site.” The room tensed. “Bad news, they were only sellin’ women to Australians so they didn’t get caught havin’ clients trying to get them through border security.”

“Fuck,” Stoke cursed, his fist hitting the table. My fists clenched in my lap. The door then opened, and we all looked there to see Jerimiah walk in.

I stood and yelled, “What in the fuck you doin’ in here?”

His jaw clenched, but he still bit out, “I’m helpin’.”

“Like fuck. I don’t want to see your face.” I started for him, but Stoke was suddenly grabbing me.

He hissed low in my ear, “Leave it. He’s one of us now. He’s a brother.”

Shrugging Stoke off, I turned to him. Stabbing my finger in Fang’s way. “He’s the one who didn’t have Nary’s back. He’s why she was taken.”

Stoke shook his head. “He ain’t at fault.”

“She said she’d leave with a group,” Fang said, his voice hard.

Spinning to him, I glared. “You still don’t fuckin’ leave her.”

“Enough,” Talon boomed. “This pussy fight ain’t gettin’ us anywhere. Fang regrets what happened more than anyone. That’s on his back and will be for a while, but playin’ the blame game ain’t gettin’ us Nary back. Fang’s Hawks now, Vicious. Get used to him being around.”

Fuck!

Motherfuckin’ hell.

I had to look at that fucker nearly every day since he was Hawks. My gut dropped. I swore if the dick tried to go near my woman, no one could hold me back from takin’ him down.

Before I sat, I demanded, “Stay the fuck away from me, and Nary when she comes back.”

The room went back to silence. I flicked my gaze to Gypsy, and he gave me a nod. “Right, as I was sayin’, they usually sell their women to Aussies. But Mason made a call to them, spoke to the main man Baxter. Reassured the dick we could get the woman to the US and not have anything fall back on him.”

“How’s that?” Dodge asked.

“We know a person with a private plane. Not that it’d come to it because your woman will be coming here. Mason also told Baxter he wants the woman because he has an issue with Hawks. He said we’d threaten Nary with the lives of her family if she doesn’t follow through. Baxter liked the idea. We’d need a fake passport for her, just to show him.”

“Like I said, she’d do anything for her family.” Griz nodded.

“I could do up a fake passport,” Handle offered. “Just need a photo of her.”

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