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She shoves two fingers against the VP patch on my pec. “I’m not on birth control, dammit. Sperm equals fertility. Well, unless you tied off your balls.”

“I didn’t.” Frowning, I ask, “Then why do you have birth control pills in your bedroom?”

Her eyes go wide. “Motherfucker. Really? That’s what he was doing in my freaking bedroom? My shit is personal, and those pills were in my underwear drawer.”

I’m about to reply when the door opens and two cops step inside. I quickly wrap my arm around Livi to pull her close and whisper the names of my brothers in her ear who were with her that night we were at her house.

She gives me a little shove and grumbles, “You can’t ask me not to shower.” Shaking her head she adds, “I’m all sticky down there with the load you just put inside me.”

I chuckle and smack her ass, liking the way she covers my move to tell her the names. “Wait for me, you’re mine, remember?”

She rolls her eyes. “I heard you call me old the first time.”

I grab the back of her neck and growl, “You’re mine, Livi. My old lady. Get fucking used to it.” Lowering my voice so only she hears me I add, “’Cause I drew blood when I fucked that sweet pussy. I broke it, I fucking own it. No one else. Me. Mine. All of you.”

I’ve never claimed or so much as cared about a woman. Livi? She’s creating the firsts of a lot of things and I’m liking it so far.

CHAPTER EIGHT

– LIVI –

I have no clue how long I’ve been sitting here in this tiny room. When the cops came to the clubhouse, they took everyone there and now we’re being processed, held, questioned, or I guess so. No damn clue since I was shoved into this little room and haven’t seen anyone since.

Finally, the door opens. I expected my supervisor to walk into the room, but instead it’s someone I didn’t expect. Archer Lawson, president of Broken Deeds MC, and my cousin. He’s still a stranger, though. I mean, finding out we’re connected through DNA doesn’t automatically make us family.

To them? Instant connection. It creeped me the fuck out and definitely didn’t believe it at first. However, facts are facts. And I can’t deny the hard evidence. I’m still processing the havoc it caused since it shattered the past as I’ve known it. Archer, along with his father, offered me a deal. A freaking strange one, but I took it anyway.

It’s why I tell him, “We had a deal.”

Archer releases a deep sigh. “I’m still honoring it. Just here to check ’cause I saw your name pop up, and I was in the neighborhood.”

I snort. “Yeah, right. I’ve been sitting here for fuck knows how long. So, save the stories for people who want to be entertained.”

He shoots me a grin. “I like you.”

Flipping him off seems to amuse him when he releases a chuckle.

Clearing his throat he grabs a chair, drags it back, and takes a seat. “Fine. I called your supervisor and told her I’d step in. We’ve taken an interest in the case when it became clear to us that the task force has his eyes set on the cartel and doesn’t give a shit about the MC. Now, I’ve heard the younger generation isn’t anything like the old, vicious bastards of Wisely Dicey. Do you know?”

Shit. How can I answer that question when I’ve only had minimum contact with some of them and let the vice president claim me, and then popped my damn cherry? I am soooo screwing up my first undercover job.

“The vice president claimed me as his old lady,” I blurt.

Archer’s eyes go wide. “Thorsten Rhyland claimed you?”

I nod.

“No shit? He actually said the words claim and old lady?” he grunts and I bob my head once more.

“Damn, you work fast.” Archer’s voice carries a hint of awe and it makes me wince.

“He only did it to protect me from Rainer,” I admit. “Then we had sex in his room.”

Shit. Why did I admit to that?

“Consensual?” Archer grits, his knuckles going white.

“Yes,” I quickly tell him. “I don’t know what it is with this guy, he just…it’s a chemistry thing…I don’t know.”

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