Page 4 of Falcon

“Hey, cousin,” Livi quips as soon as she sees me.

I still can’t believe she turned out to be my cousin. When we met a few years ago we instantly clicked and became friends. Over the years we grew closer, and I can wholeheartedly say she’s my bestie. Then to find out my aunt, who died right after she was born…or so they said, because she didn’t die but was kidnapped and raised by a cop.

Long story short, Archer, my other cousin, stumbled onto a photograph of Livi and saw the family resemblance and looked into it. I was the last one to find out, right here in the parking lot of Wisely Dicey a few days ago.

“Bestie,” I squeal and break away from Falcon to hug Livi.

“Kenz,” Thorsten, the president of Wisely Dicey, rumbles.

Pulling back from the hug I lift my chin. “Thorsten. How’s our girl? Morning sickness still kicking her ass?”

“I’m right here,” Livi grumbles.

I shoot a fake glare in her direction. “Oh, I know, but you don’t give me the whole story. Your old man, however, doesn’t cover shit up when it comes to your health.”

Thorsten grins. “She’s doing better. Crackers before coffee seem to soothe her stomach. She now has a new symptom, practically eating anything that’s edible. Doesn’t matter if she has to steal it right out of someone’s hand either.”

“I could have told you that.” Livi sighs. “And I don’t steal food out of someone’s hand, thank you very much. I just have you fetch it for me.”

I snicker and pull her into a one-arm hug as I murmur, “I know you could have told me, but then I’d still worry.”

Livi glances over my shoulder to where Thorsten is talking to Falcon and asks, “Did Thorsten ask Falcon to pick you up and surprise me?”

I snort. “No. It’s more in the lines of Falcon surprised me when I was closing the store. He didn’t say anything else but brought me here instead of home. Well, I drove my car while he followed, whatever.”

She glances at both men one more time and whispers, “Please don’t fuck and drop.”

My head rears back. Livi, as my bestie, is fully aware of my issues with men. Though, having her basically warn me away from Falcon puts me on edge.

A hint of anger is audible in my voice, even if it’s a mere whisper when I ask, “What if it’s him who does the fuck and drop?”

“Ladies, church. Now, please,” Thorsten states.

“At least he said please,” I mutter and stroll into church with Livi right behind me.

Falcon is standing in the corner, and I get the feeling the man lives in the shadows. Thorsten points at a chair next to the one Livi gracefully sinks down in.

“No thanks, I’d rather stand.” I fake checking my watch and decide to say, “I’m not staying long anyway.”

“You are. So, you might as well sit your ass down and listen to what I’m about to tell you,” Thorsten states.

I place my fists on my hips. “I don’t think I like your tone.”

“Well,” Thorsten snarls. “My brother doesn’t like the cartel threatening his old lady. Especially when they almost succeeded in putting a bullet into your head tonight.”

Swallowing hard, I focus on the part I can fight. “I’m no one’s old lady.”

Thorsten holds up his hand and I risk a glance in the direction of the corner where Falcon is pushing himself off the wall.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Kenz. Besides, the four of us in this room know you were the first one to voice the word ‘mine.’”

The fucker now holds his hand up to cut off my ability to reply. I’m fucking annoyed because I was about to snap at the fucker how a woman isn’t a biker and therefore can’t lay a claim.

Instead, Thorsten is the one surprising me when he states, “Falcon officially claimed you just now, even if he replied to your message with the same thing that day.”

My gaze collides with Falcon. He can’t be serious. My eyes widen in shock when he pulls his shirt free from his jeans and shows me a hint of a tattoo. He doesn’t need to unbuckle for me to see it’s my name inked above his dick.

Holy freaking shit. For real? What guy inks the name of a woman above his dick after a few days of back and forth messaging? Okay, I admit I’ve been fantasizing over him too. Fingers strumming clit, imagining all the things I want to do to and with him.

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