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Pound turned to the president of the Desert Phantoms MC. “This wouldn’t have happened if you’d kept her here after Christmas. My family would be safe.”

“I’ll let that slide because I know you’re upset but remember who you’re talking to, brother. Besides, we are not in the business of holding people against their will. I thought it would keep, and I was wrong. I’ll beat myself up about it later because it’s ultimately my responsibility to keep this family safe, but for now, we need to get her back.”

Granite turned toward Trip. “I’m sorry. If you want to call for a no-confidence vote, you’d be within your rights to do so, but I ask that you wait until we get Meri back.”

Trip gave a quick nod.

“Veep, you wanna explain yourself to me? What’s with you and my sister? I don’t remember giving you the all clear.” Trip was within his place to question him, but that did nothing to stop the volcanic eruption of emotions.

He'd kept such a tight seal on them that it was like a two-liter soda someone shook and dropped Mentos in.

“She may be your sister, but she’s my fucking woman, so you can have your pound of flesh if you want, but that won’t change a damn thing.”

Trip got in his face. “You fuck around with my sister behind my back, and you think all you owe is a pound of flesh? That’s not how this works, brother.”

“I’ve never touched her, but I will as long as she wants me to, and not you or anyone else in the room will stop me.”

“So, you’re calling her your woman and she don’t even know it? Damn, veep, you do have a death wish. As soon as she’s safely back home, she’ll kick you to the curb for me, then I’ll take my pound.”

“You’re welcome to try.”

“Okay, put your dicks and tape measures away. We have important shit to do. The Travelers are on their way. Not sure what happened to the man they had on her, but they’re grabbing a cage and meeting the kids. They’ll pack them up, secure the scene and get them to Vegas. Looks like the war came to our doorstep, and we’re gonna win it.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Not only were they going to war, but Pound had also just claimed a woman. Something he swore never to do. To add insult to injury, she was his brother’s family, and he’d lost his shit in front of everyone. Tack on the fact that Meri didn’t have a clue about how he felt.

The weight of Granite’s hand on his shoulder both settled and shook him. He was the only one alive who knew Pound’s story. Hell, he was there through it all and never judged him.

“Relax, brother,” prez spoke low. “We’ll get her back.”

“I have no doubt about that. It’s the after that’s got me. I didn’t mean it, prez. You know that. I can’t have an ol’ lady, especially not Meri.” It was fucked up six ways to Sunday. Words had power, and he’d spoken far too many of them in the last few minutes.

“I hate to break it to you, brother, you can, and you kinda do.”

Pound turned to his prez in horror. The room had all but cleared as his brothers went about doing their part in discovering who took Trip’s sister. Priest would already be pounding his keyboard. Trip would be getting ready to head out for his niece and nephew. Whiskey was probably on the phone with someone who had access to the police database or area camera footage or whatever he could find. A well-oiled machine. Everyone knew what needed to be done and did it.

“That’s impossible.”

“Not impossible since I just watched it happen. Come on, let’s step outside. Can’t do much until we have the intel. The Travelers will secure the scene. Trip and JJ will meet them halfway for the twins. So, we are in the truest sense of hurry up and wait there is.”

They made their way outside. Pound straddled one of the long benches and fired up a cigarette. Granite joined him. He stuck out his hand, silently asking for one.

“I thought you quit, prez?”

“Yeah, I did, but I also thought today was going to be a typical Thursday, but here we are.”

They smoked in awkward silence. When he’d had enough, Pound flicked his cigarette on the ground, snuffing it with his boot on the way back inside to get drunk and blown. He snagged a bottle from the bar, not even bothering to see what he’d grabbed.

It wasn’t until he motioned to Molly and chugged he realized it was whiskey. Dropping to the couch, he unzipped his pants and continued to chug. Molly sank to her knees between his and gave him a seductive look. A look he couldn’t stomach, so he closed his eyes and hoped she got to work quickly. He was picturing long wavy brown hair between his legs instead of bottle blonde. If he tried really hard, maybe he could imagine Meri’s healthy curves instead of the skinny body that was actually there.

He’d barely felt her breath on the head of his dick, and she was gone.

No lips, no hands. Nothing.

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