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He doesn’t know what to say so he keeps his eyes locked to mine.

“Oh you wanna make this fun. I’ll watch you take your last breath,” I inform him as I send the knife into the flesh of his neck. Without flinching or blinking, I watch eyes locked to his until he takes his last breath.

By this point our chaplain is in tears. “We didn’t mean to disrespect your club. Let my Pres talk to yours, you’ll see it was just a job.”

I look to Havoc. “You feel up to conversatin’?”

He gives a sly smile. “Sure, give me the fucker’s phone.”

“You should know, in the King’s world, nothing is ever just a job,” I whisper to him as Havoc calls his Pres from his phone.

“Havoc here, we ended seven of yours. There is no truce to be called. We see you, any of you, far and wide, we end you just like today. Got me,” Havoc pauses. “Not just a job, fuck face. You started war.” He ends the call and I give the chaplain one last look.

Stepping in his personal space, I lean over, “the woman you came for, she’s mine. This was never just a job, it’s always been personal.” I give him the fatal stab, “I’ll see you in Hell too motherfucker.”

CHAPTER 11

Michele

Standing on the porch like a lovesick fool isn’t helping anything especially since I’m not in love.

I am, however, in heavy lust.

Kitty smiles sweetly at me lifting a duffle bag. “Got you some goodies, girlie.” She takes me by the hand leading me inside like we are the best of friends rather than complete strangers.

The man on the motorcycle stays outside calling to us, “I’m right here, you need me Kit.”

“Got it, Prospect. We won’t need you though. Girls are tough too.” She fires back.

Once she closes the door and locks it, she stands there looking at me like she’s waiting.

“Alarm?” she points to the box, “I know Rogue, if that alarm doesn’t get set, we’re gonna have angry sailor in front of us before we can blink. I don’t have the code, but I image you do.”

“He’s not a super hero, he can’t walk through walls,” I tell her as I input the code.

She laughs a cute dainty laugh. “You don’t know the Kings. All of those men, broke the damn mold. Each one, telling you, broke that mold when they climbed out of it. Whether it’s from their muscled bodies, the way they can fuck, or the level ofloyalty they believe in, I don’t know but God doesn’t make ‘em better than a King.”

I gasp at her brashness.

“Honey, you’re in this world, you better clue in quick. Everyone is gonna give it to you straight. We all got our places. Don’t step out of line.”

“Places?”

She takes me by the hand to the living room where she sits down on the couch and pats the seat beside her. “Consider me your biker God-momma, I’m gonna give you the talk no one ever gave me.”

“I don’t think I need a talk. When things get fixed I’ll go back to my flower shop and Jennings will do what he does.”

She smiles with pride, “he lets you call him Jennings. I love this for him.”

“Umm, I’m not sure I follow.”

She pats my leg. “Alright here it is, your man Rogue, he is a strong man and until I got the call today, I thought he was the one that couldn’t be reached. He has that American hero thing down pat. Absolutely, down to his soul the kind of man to run into a burning building to save someone’s damn goldfish. Been around him more than once, know he’s got some serious demons. But the man Rogue is, he puts everyone before himself, even a whore like me.”:

Gasping, I take in what she said. How can she casually call herself a whore. I shake my head at her words, “have you?” I pause, “ya know? With him?”

She pauses and it tells me all I need to know. God, I’m an idiot and a slut.

“Not what you think, Michele.”

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