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His eyes light up, and a small smile plays on his mouth. “I think I’ve won at life… you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You feed all of my hungers,” he rasps, his eyes gentling.

“Who knew you had such a sweet side?” I whisper.

“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right?” he murmurs, pushing my hair off my face. “You trust me?”

I nod. “I trust you.”

“Good.”

And then he lays me back on the bed and shows me what else he’s good at.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

WAR

Ora has braided her long, dark hair so it’s out of the way while she cooks. With that hair, beautiful brown skin, and big blue eyes, she looks like the princess fromAladdin, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s wearing tight jeans that show off her round ass and a black tank top that highlights her tiny waist. I don’t miss the way the men eye her or how many of them have already dropped by the fucking kitchen. They’ve been here more in the last week than they have for the past year.

I’m on edge tonight.

I don’t know why Prez requested that Ora be here tonight, but I don’t like it. He wouldn’t give me any answers, and it’s making me antsy as hell. He suggested she come over to spend more time at the clubhouse. Is this a test to see if she’s old lady material?I am the VP, and it’s important that I choose an old lady who fits in with the club. I have no doubt Ora is that woman. I mean just look at her taking care of my brothers. Love the man, love the club. We all live by this code.

Ora doesn’t know our way of life—it all just comes naturally to her. Yeah, she’s not as tough physically as some of the women around here, but she’s caring, strong, and genuine. And we need someone like that.

I need someone like that.

I meant what I said to her… I won’t let any harm come to her, no matter what. I’ve claimed her, and she’s mine to protect.

She turns around and flashes me a big smile. I asked what I can do to help her, so she had me do some chopping and other shit I can’t remember the last time I did, but I enjoyed watching her in action.

“Can you eat spicy food?” she asks, studying me.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’ll make you some Sri Lankan food next time,” she says, winking at me. “My mom’s recipe. It’s the best.”

“I’ll eat anything you make me,” I reply, meaning it.

Right after I eat her.

Fuck.

I want to bend her over this table and fuck her again right now.

I can’t get enough.

“Eyes up here,” she calls out, laughing. But then she bends over to get something out of the oven, and I groan.

“Baby, you’re killing me here,” I mutter, adjusting myself. “Don’t you dare open that while the men are in here.”

She turns to me and rolls her eyes. “Food’s ready. You can call everyone in.”

I yell out and then help her set the food on the table. Crispy pork belly, potato salad, garlic bread, and butterflied chili prawns sit in front of us.

“Oh.” She rushes back to the refrigerator, taking out the spinach and feta salad she made earlier. “I think that’s everything.”

The men pile in with Prez taking the seat at the head of the table.

“Holy fuck,” Bones mutters, rubbing his hands together. “And it’s not even Christmas.”

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