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The next stop on my list that week was the OutKast compound. The sun shone bright, and the afternoon temperature was a balmy seventy degrees. Diego, Ivan, and I walked inside the gate and looked around curiously. The depressing, run-down compound reminded me of a post-apocalyptic movie set.

Several cars were on blocks, and stacks of surplus metal parts sat against the fence. The clubhouse sign was faded and dull. I didn’t understand it, especially since they should’ve been flush with cash from running drugs and a few of their other illegal activities.

The Grolier brothers stood waiting in the parking lot. Billy spat out a wad of chewing tobacco as we walked toward them, and I gazed down at the brownish-black glob and then up at Billy. “If you get any of that on me, I’ll rip your lips off and feed them to you,” I informed him.

Axel glanced at Billy impatiently. “He won’t do it again. Diego said you wanted to discuss the feud between the House of Spades and OutKast.”

“I’m not here to discuss it. I’m here to tell you if it doesn’t end today, The Firm willhelpFennick Spade burn your compound to the ground instead of trying to talk him out of it.” Glancing around, I let my lips curl. “Although from the look of things, we might be doing you a favor.”

Billy glared at me. “You’re full of shit since we all know you wouldn’t get your hands dirty.”

Diego smirked and shook his head. “Drakos is one of the best mechanics I know. He also restores old cars and bikes, asshole. Who do you think did the work on that Dyna your man stole last summer?”

Billy’s eyes narrowed as if the last few pieces of a puzzle had finally clicked in his head.

Axel rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, Terrance LeBaron is dead. I’ll pass the word that if anyone goes after the House of Spades again, they’re out. We need to do some house cleaning anyway, and this is a good excuse to get rid of some trash.”

“Did you have LeBaron killed?” I asked, fishing to see if they knew it’d been Sylvie.

Billy huffed out a breath. “You know we didn’t. It was either those fuckin’ Spades or you.” He spit chew at my feet again. It was probably more out of habit that time, but a few drops of spittle landed on my shoe, and two specks of the dark brown liquid hit my pant leg. Axel stared coldly at Billy.

Without overthinking it, I moved in and punched Billy in the throat. He stumbled back, wheezing, then leaned over and gasped for air. A yell came from the clubhouse, and two bikers started running our way. Axel sighed and looked up at the sky in exasperation, but Ivan grinned and loosened his arms as if he were getting ready to fight.

Diego turned to face the two bikers, but Axel held up a hand. “We’ve got it under control,” he called. “Billy deserved it, and since Drakos didn’t cause any lasting damage, I’m lettin’ it slide.” They stopped and glanced between Axel and his brother. It appeared OutKast might be getting a new president soon.

I leaned down and murmured in Billy’s ear. “My suit probably cost more than your whole shitty-ass wardrobe combined. I’m done putting up with your incompetence. Either get your club in order and reign them in, or step aside so your brother can do it.”

He sucked in a breath, then slowly straightened and glared at me. “You’re a fuckin’ animal. You could have crushed my windpipe.”

I gave him a hard pat on the back. “If I wanted to crush your windpipe, I would have. One more thing. From now on, if any of your members get within a city block ofmy wife, I will beat you half to death with my bare knuckles, then turn you over to the Spade cousins to finish off. Do you understand?”

He stared into my eyes, and I could tell the second he understood it wasn’t an idle threat. “It wasn’t me who went after the Spades.” He rubbed his throat.

Diego gave him a disgusted look. “You’re the fuckingprez. If your members go after someone, you’re responsible. Your club is a pathetic mess.”

Gazing around at the yard again, I turned to Axel. “What the fuck is going on around here? Your clubhouse is a dump, and your yard looks like doomsday preppers live here.”

I just wanted to be done with this day so I could go home, banter with my beautiful, take-no-shit, crazy wife, tease her into a lather, and then sink into her addicting, wet heat.

As we turned to leave, Diego glanced back and shook his head. “This club needs a goddamn intervention.”

Chapter 38

Sylvie

I hated April Fool’s Day with a deep, abiding passion, but when I woke that morning, Drakos was spooning me in his sleep as if sensing my sadness and melancholy. He’d tucked his leg between mine, and his palm rested on my chest. It felt so good to have his warm, hard body and his masculine scent surrounding me that I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, snuggled into him, and decided to steal ten more minutes.

His morning hard-on nestled against my ass cheeks, and I slowly rubbed against it. He hummed low in his throat as he woke to find me grinding my backside against his cock. Burying his face in my neck, he lazily thrust against me. Okay, so maybe today wouldn’t totally suck.

“Good morning, Ms. Creed.” His hand traveled from my breast to between my thighs, and when he felt panties, he sighed in mock disappointment. “Why do you insist on wearing panties to bed? You know I’m just going to rip them off, you’ll complain incessantly about losing another pair, and I’ll have to sink my cock in your mouth to get you to quit complaining.”

Smirking, I reached behind me and grabbed the back of his neck as he unerringly found my clit with his fingers. “That doesn’t really incentivize me to stop wearing them.”

It had been almost a month since our wedding, and I’d never been this content or happy. When our tempers flared, we got better at talking it out until he’d grin wickedly and pull me into his arms.

Sometimes, he would quietly tuck my hair behind my ear, or run a hand over my waist and down to my ass, then give me a nice pat and whisper how naughty it felt to take me there.

This morning, he nuzzled my neck and gently worked my clit in the soft light. I reached behind him to situate his hard length against my wet opening.

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