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Kissing his cheek, I tell him, “Yes, you need to stay safe and come back to me still breathing and in one piece, so I don’t have to kick your damn ass.”

He shakes his head, letting me know that’s not what he meant. I smirk and the corner of his lips twitch, letting me know he understood I teased him on purpose.

“I love the words you give me, knowing how rare they are,” I whisper. “Even if you don’t have to because there are more ways than one to communicate. Besides, people always say talking is overrated. That is definitely the truth because I like it more when you’re using your mouth between my legs.”

His eyes are flaming and I quickly step away to open the passenger side of the SUV. “Remember, stay safe and I will too.”

I get a tight nod and hop into the passenger seat while Falcon heads for his bike. Jocko gets behind the wheel while I keep my eye on my old man. His worn biker boots, dark blue jeans, and a crispy fresh black T-shirt underneath his leather cut. He’s a delicious treat for my libido.

Where others might notice the scars and tattoos on his face first, I don’t even notice them; all I see is the strong man and the honest and open character underneath. I’ve always said I didn’t want a relationship, but if I would have known a man like Falcon existed? I would have saved myself for him the way I was his first.

“Done drooling over your man? If so, I can tie your wrists to keep up the appearance.” Jocko is holding a piece of rope in his hands when I turn to face him.

“I can drool and stare all I want because he’s my fucking man, asshole. Besides, who knows what we’re about to face, nothing in life is sure but my love, loyalty, desire, and fascination for that man is as solid as the planet we walk on. It’ll live on when both of us expel our last breath.” Holding out my wrist, I add on a snap, “Tie me up and drive. I have important shit to do after we’ve handled this.”

Jocko chuckles and mutters, “Fucking my brother into oblivion to celebrate life, gotcha.”

“Those were some fancy words,” Livi states from the back. “I’ll be writing them down and using them for vows or when I have to give a speech at your wedding.”

I try to flip her off, but my wrists are tied to the car roof handle.

“I’m not sure if this passes safety measures when driving,” I grumble.

“Don’t diss my driving,” Jocko says as he pulls out of the parking lot and follows Thorsten and Falcon who are on their bikes, taking lead.

The ride is silent and the two SUVs behind us slowly fall back after we’ve been driving for a little over half an hour. It’s dark outside and the headlights of bikes on the road behind us are in the distance.

Jocko throws a quick glance my way. “They will still be there, just out of sight. The deal was five men and you. Archer and one of your twin brothers are the first to arrive at the scene. Falcon and Thorsten next, then us. Not only do we have backup with the brothers of Wisely Dicey, we also have your cousin’s MC all spread out. Archer needed to warn your brothers not to make any of their MC brothers come and stand in the crossfire. We got this, Kenz.”

“Famous last words,” I mutter under my breath and throw a glance at the back seat.

Livi slowly sinks down to keep out of sight as Jocko slowly comes to a stop in front of a building.

“We’re here,” the man behind the wheel states the obvious.

It’s darker than a black hole out there and I can barely see the guys getting off their bikes and entering the building.

“Do you see anything?” I ask Jocko.

Jocko touches the side of his ear and murmurs, “Do we have a visual?” He waits a breath or two and says, “Copy that.” He keeps staring out the front window. “Bee says they don’t have any visual yet or Amadeo. There is a vehicle approaching, and she’s picked something up with infrared or something, but it could be nothing.”

“What the fuck does that mean, could be nothing,” I grumble and squint at the darkness, willing my eyes to magically see what the hell is going on out there.

Jocko is about to say something when the door opens and a dark figure grabs Livi by her throat and has a gun with a silencer aimed at my head from the back seat. “Don’t move, please, or I’ll blow the lady’s brains out.”

Jocko’s hand moves but so does the intruder’s. I can’t see what the fuck is happening, only the result when Jocko instantly slumps in his seat.

“I said fucking please, why the hell doesn’t anybody ever listen? Even when I’m being fucking polite,” the intruder grumbles.

This really turned to shit at rapid speed, that’s for fucking sure. And why the hell is the intruder who is holding me at gunpoint, dressed like a ninja, a fucking woman?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

– FALCON –

I keep my hands busy by spinning a ninja star between my thumb and index finger while I scan my surroundings. The building looks abandoned from the outside. Macsen holds the door open for Heath and Archer to slip inside as they palm their guns.

Thorsten is also holding a weapon while I’m only holding a ninja star. I can easily either grab a gun or a knife, but I’d like my hands free to have options. Besides, three guys around me have their guns out and Macsen will stand outside to guard the exit.

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