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Risking a glance over my shoulder, I see how his full attention is down to where we’re connected. He groans when I feel him slip inside me a few inches. I moan at the intrusion of his finger in my ass sliding in while he pulls his cock out. A scream of pleasure leaves my throat when he thrusts back in and out, finger in, cock half out, a sweet balancing ride where I feel full and want more.

His other hand slides around my hip and moves to my clit to play with my piercing. I gasp to fill my lungs with the much-needed air to scream through the bliss this man is gracing me with.

Fireworks detonate and flow through my veins to spread the pleasure throughout my body. Epic serenity shared between two people. Fuck love when you have chemistry and understanding. We simply fit together and I knew it the moment he touched me.

No man has ever thrown me off my game and raised such a strong emotion and reaction inside me. To me it’s worth any risk, even my life and my future to see what it gives me in return. Because always wondering “what if” would leave me with a lifetime of regret.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

– THORSTEN –

I can feel her orgasm hit when she spasms around my cock, screams my name, and even clenches her tight hole around my finger that’s buried knuckle deep in her ass. Nothing on this fucked-up planet compares to the carefree bliss in my head that this woman gives me.

Dammit, why can’t I hold back when it comes to this woman? I have no choice in the matter and roar out my release. I can feel the cum spurting from my cock and filling her up. Holding back for days causes a load of cum that drips out when I keep thrusting.

Loud voices coming from the main room disrupts the most serene moment I’ve had in fucking days. Aggravation hits and I’m ready to kill some motherfuckers when I slide my cock out of my own personal pleasure cave.

“Cover what’s only mine to see,” I tell her and playfully smack her lush ass.

She pulls up her jeans while at the same time the door opens, revealing Rainer with a murderous look on his face. “What the hell is this cop bitch doing in my fucking clubhouse? In. Fucking. Church. And why the hell does it reek of sex in here?”

I can see my men standing behind him, they’re held at gunpoint by Wally and Bodie. Anger flows through me, not just for ruining the intimate moment I just had with my old lady, but for him to walk in here like he owns the place? Fuck no.

“Dad, what the fuck?” Jocko grits.

Ignoring them, I snarl at Rainer, “Not your clubhouse anymore, old man. Get the fuck out. You’re done here, and take the old farts you pulled into the cartel mess along with you.”

Anger turns his head as red as a tomato. Pointing a bony finger at my woman he bellows, “You choose the cop cunt over your own fucking father?” He slams a fist against his chest. “Stealing the gavel from my hand when I’m locked in a damn cell? Or were you the one who put me there, eh? Why don’t you say it to my face?”

He palms a gun and aims it at Livi. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? My own blood fucking framing me?”

A knife flies through the air and lodges itself in Rainer’s arm. He curses and is now supporting the hand he’s holding the gun with the other.

“Stand down, Falcon,” I grit. “I’m handling it.”

Rainer glances over his shoulder to see Falcon standing near, another knife in hand and ready to throw it.

“You let the clown out before nightfall?” Rainer states in a cruel tone and dismisses his younger son to glare at me. “Maybe the mute did your dirty work, seeing you have him roaming free.”

“Falcon,” Livi warns and holds her hand up as a stop sign in his direction as she steps forward.

Rainer has the gun now aimed at her head when she addresses him, “I’ll gladly say something to your face, asshole. You don’t get to blurt crazy shit along with insults at my new friend. And the whole betrayal thing? Are you sure you’re pointing the finger in the right direction? I mean, yeah, I was an agent but not anymore. How about your friend Dillard, eh? He pulled a nice one on you, don’t you think? All while these guys simply handled their shit because you left to follow the cash and didn’t care about anything else.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, cunt,” Rainer snarls.

I have no idea what she’s doing, but at least my men are slowly sliding into place to take down Wally and Bodie. Well, it might just be Bodie, because I notice Jocko and his father, Wally, are silently communicating.

“Stop calling me a freaking cunt, asshole. If you think Dillard is dead, think again. He was the one who took a deal so he could walk. Ever heard of witness protection?” Livi taunts.

Fuck, she’s brilliant. We know she’s talking bullshit, but Rainer doesn’t.

“No,” Rainer murmurs and stumbles back as if he was hit, the gun is now pointing at the floor.

Livi drives her point home when she adds, “Oh, yeah. He kept those rolls of cash, and the drugs you now have to compensate the cartel for. You have no brotherhood, you have your ego and gather people around you who also only think of themselves. It’s on you, Rainer. All. Of. It.”

“Noooooo,” my father roars in anger, arm swinging back up.

Gunshots echo off the walls. Bodie’s body jerks, Rainer gets hit from the back as well as a knife to the neck and they both crash to the floor. Livi is still standing ramrod straight, breathing heavy while staring at the scene in front of her.

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