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“War?”

“Hey, baby. Do me a favor and move away from Lore before you sign his death warrant,” he growls out.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, you don’t worry about us. Focus on what you need to do and get back to me safely.”

“Fuck, maybe I do want one,” Lore mutters.

“Not my one,” War replies, hearing him.

“Prez wants me at the clubhouse tonight.”

“Of course he does,” he grumbles, then lowers his voice. “Stay in my bed. Lock the door. And send me a sexy photo of you. But don’t touch yourself. You wait until I get back, all right?”

“Okay,” I reply, handing the phone back.

Fuck, he’s bossy.

“Yes, I’ll protect her with my life. She’s Serpent royalty, War… You don’t have to tell me… Okay, bye.” Lore turns to me and lifts his legs to rest them on my lap. “That sweet pussy has him whipped. Never seen him like this.”

“Well, his hard cock has me whipped too.”

He laughs, a mischievous expression on his face. “Fuck me! What did I do for amusement before you got here?”

“I don’t know, but for Christmas, I’m going to get you a patch that says resident manwhore to add to your cut.”

He stills, flashing me puppy dog eyes. “We’re going to get presents this year? War picking you up at the club was the best thing to happen to me.”

I can’t help but feel comfortable in Lore’s presence. The man knows women, that’s for sure. He knows how to make them feel safe and cared for. I have a feeling he can read us like open books, and that comes with experience. I’m positive he’s left a line of broken hearts in his wake.

Angel finishes up with the cameras, and we drive to the grocery store to pick up some things before we head to the clubhouse. Lore grabs my duffle bag for me, throwing it over his shoulder. It’s pink, so I can’t help but grin at its contrast against his black leather. Angel carries in the bags of food, leaving me with nothing but my phone in my hands. The club never lets me pay for the food, either. I haven’t even opened my purse since I met War. I know I should be a little outraged, but the truth is I could get used to this princess treatment. War knows I have money but doesn’t let me touch it.

“There she is,” Prez beams when he sees me, pulling me against his warm chest. “How was work?”

“Good,” I reply, walking toward the kitchen. “I wish War didn’t have to go away tonight, but I get that as VP, he sometimes has to do these things.”

A shadow passes over his eyes. “He will be back tomorrow, Ora. It’s just a quick run, and we will make sure that you’re well looked after.”

“I know,” I grumble as he follows behind me. Although I know he’s not going to be happy that he’s missing out on my cooking.

“You want me to do anything?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I’m good, but feel free to stay and keep me company.” I laugh when he sits up on the counter. He flashes me a boyish grin, full of mischief, and I soften. “I don’t know what to call you. Sometimes, in my head, you are Rome, and sometimes you’re Prez.”

His throat works as he swallows thickly. “One day, I’d love for you to call me Dad, but otherwise, Rome is fine, Ora. I want you to see me as more than just the Serpents of Chaos president.”

Well, that got deep fast. “Okay,” I reply in a gentle tone. “Well, Rome, why don’t you crack us open a beer, and I’ll get started.”

Four giant trays of lasagna are cooking in the oven when a man walks into the kitchen that I’ve never seen before.

“Something smells good.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He’s handsome with a short buzz cut, tanned skin, and almond-shaped green eyes. His thick lashes are longer than mine, and he has the cutest dimple in his chin.

Rome slides off the counter, and they do the manly handshake-hug thing I see all the men doing. “Scorp, meet my daughter, Ora. Ora, this is Scorp. He’s our club doctor.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say and take his offered hand.

When he smiles, I notice how full his lips are, and honestly, the man belongs on the cover of a magazine. “Ora, beautiful name. Who knew Prez here could create something so perfect?”

Rome chuckles and slaps Scorp on the back. “You know, when I do something, I do it properly.”

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