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His voice is raw when he tells me, “Breathe, Livi. None of this sounds like it’s on you. Decisions should always be your own, no matter what. No one should rob you of a future that isn’t yours and lies have a way of bubbling to the surface like farts hitting you in the face.”

I snort out a laugh while he releases a husky chuckle. We stare into each other’s eyes and it’s as if life itself hits pause. It feels as if my body forces me to take a moment. A moment where I can’t breathe and have to listen to my heart while it waits with the next beat until my brain catches up to acknowledge the chemistry between me and the man standing before me.

Thorsten squeezes my neck and pulls back. He releases a curse and to my surprise brushes his lips against my forehead.

“You should go inside. And don’t fucking race your bike like a motherfuckin’ madman,” he growls.

I narrow my eyes and stomp to my door to open it.

Turning, I watch Thorsten straddle his bike. “Hey, Thorsten.” He gives me his attention, so I flip him off and state, “I’m not a madman, I’m a motherfuckin’ madwoman.”

There’s a grin on my face as I step into the house and shut the door while I hear his bark of laughter. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he sure has a pull on me. It’s like dancing on a cord where the balance rocks my core as I curse from the jolt while riding high on the adrenaline rush.

I knew going undercover was going to be dangerous and risky. Being prepared is everything and why I read information, watched surveillance tapes, but everything only gives you the basics. Nothing could have prepared me for the chemistry created by two people the way Thorsten sparks a flame low in my belly.

It sure makes my job harder, but in the end? It’s my damn job and I’m going to see it through…no matter what.

CHAPTER FIVE

– THORSTEN –

My thoughts are still with Livi when I step inside the clubhouse. I have to admit, over the past few days I’ve been thinking about her a lot. Especially when I’m in bed and have my hand wrapped around my cock. Man, the woman lights a flame of desire up inside me. One I want to explore how hot it can get if I actually sink myself inside her pussy.

“I want to know who set me up,” my father roars. “We need to know who tried to make it look like I killed Ruben. It’s the only option to prove my innocence and save our connection with the Feliza Cartel. They’re still not accepting my calls and I need for them to hear me out.”

Any lust I felt evaporates at the sound of my father ranting about Ruben’s murder. There’s no way I can pull an innocent woman into this mess, even if she lives right next to the clubhouse.

Bodie steps forward, his back is facing me when he says, “Maybe it was one of those young fucks who didn’t agree to the cartel deal? I wouldn’t be surprised because they fucked things up between me and my old lady the other day, not stopping her from entering the clubhouse. Fucking hell, I thought everything was fine when I gave her a roll of cash for her birthday, but she kicked me out of the house anyway.”

Bodie’s suggestion is correct, though he makes it damn easy to turn the tables on the cheating idiot.

“You fucked that shit up yourself, asshole,” I snarl. “Poking that limp dick of yours into every warm hole you can find without any shame or thought. I bet your old lady knew for a damn long time about it too, before she came here to confront you on her damn birthday. Loyalty and respect don’t even exist in your vocabulary, let alone in a single cell of your body. So, don’t point fucking fingers at a club brother when you’re the one who fucks shit up for others.”

“This shit is pissing me off,” my father growls. “I need to think.” He whips his head around and rubs the front of his jeans. “I do my best thinking when I’m inside a cunt. Kayden, go fetch me a sweetbutt.”

The prospect stalks around the bar and disappears into the hallway.

“You should too, Bodie. Go home and show your woman who she belongs to.” I shake my head at my father’s advice.

The fucker is so damn oblivious. We were able to control the information hit about Ruben when we posed his body at a location and then tipped off the police. Through an agent we regularly slip a payment to have him in the club’s pocket, the intel quickly landed in my lap. Right on time to let me be the one to give my father the news Ruben was killed, and it seemed like he was the killer.

It felt fucking good to confront him with something I did. Me and my brothers had no other choice but to turn this club around before that fucker dragged us into the ground. Either six feet under, dead as a doornail, or our asses in jail and our club in ruins.

Bodie draws my attention back when he growls, “I don’t need a damn old lady holding me back. I’ll fuck whoever I want to fuck, Prez.”

He whirls around and stomps away. My father simply shrugs. That right there shows yet again the lack of respect, not just from Bodie, but from a president who only lives for himself and doesn’t fucking deserve the loyalty and support of a brotherhood.

Hell, I’m the VP and have every brother who is around my age in this MC at my back. There are less than a handful of the older generation and they are all butting heads at every turn. No wonder my father wanted a quick deal and a fat payday to make the great escape. The egocentric bastard doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone other than himself.

Kayden steps back into the main room, a naked sweetbutt beside him.

“Look at those sweet tits.” My father licks his bottom lip, and another wave of repulsion hits me.

“Shouldn’t you be fearing for your life?” I snap. “Not only will the cartel come for you, so will the damn cops. They can burst through the door any fucking second.”

My moron of a father shrugs. “I didn’t do shit, and if I did? No one will ever have proof I did.”

Sick of this shit, I growl, “Are you saying you did kill Ruben? First making the death sentence of a deal with the cartel and then fucking it all up? Do you have a damn death wish?”

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