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He nods to my phone, and with a sigh, I unlock it. I can have his number and not use it.

He calls his phone before handing it back to me, so he has my number as well.

“You want something to eat while you’re here?” I ask, and his dark eyes soften.

“Those cinnamon rolls were pretty fucking good,” he admits, his lip twitching. Lu packs him up a few, and then they all head out.

War stops before he disappears, hesitating, almost like he wants to say something.

But then he shakes his head and keeps walking.

CHAPTER FOUR

ORA

It’s my day off, and I wish I could say I was doing something exciting, but instead, I’m cleaning my house and reading a sexy shifter book on my Kindle, which is currently in my hand as I’m carrying the rubbish to the bin. I pull my gaze away from reading a smutty sex scene only to see way too much of my neighbor, Pippa, than I want to see. Her curtains are wide open, and her naked back is plastered up against the glass as a man fucks her against it. It wouldn’t be as awkward if the man wasn’t looking right at me with hungry, light eyes and a smirk.

When I notice the motorcycle parked in front of her house, I frown.It has to be a coincidence, right?These bikers are suddenly everywhere. Shrugging, I head back inside and get comfortable on my couch, sipping my pineapple juice. I’m just at the part where the enemies are about to become lovers when there’s a knock at the door. Scowling, I put my Kindle down and get up, opening the door as far as the chain will allow.

“Yes?” I ask, wondering what the hell the man from next door is doing here. “Can I help you?”

The man smirks. He’s hot in a scary way. Covered in tattoos, he’s got a shaved head, steel-gray eyes, and a brown beard. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans, and you guessed it—a Serpents of Chaos MC cut, one that has a road captain patch.They give this fucker responsibilities?I wouldn’t trust him to look after my goldfish if I had one.

He’s got ridiculous abs, and he knows it. His knuckles are all busted up like he’s been in a fight, which I’m sure he has.

“It’s more… what I can do for you.” He smirks, his tongue peeking out to lick his lower lip and his pierced tongue he wanted me to see.

I don’t reply, but I’m sure my facial expressions are speaking in subtitles for me.

“I just helped your neighbor mow her lawn. Do you want me to do yours?” he asks, eyes twinkling, but the rest of him gives nothing away.

“No, thank you. I’m sure you’re wonderful at… munching lawns.” He laughs now, unable to keep a straight face. “I’m sorry, mowing. But please do me a favor and never grace my doorstep again. I don’t need anything from you.”

He loses his humor at that, stretching his thick neck from side to side. “I just saw you admiring what I did for her and thought I’d offer it to you. Wouldn’t want you to miss out. No need to turn nasty.”

“Are you serious right now?” I whisper, blinking slowly.

He leans against the door, putting pressure on the chain lock, which is when I start to feel very fucking nervous. “Get off my porch before I call the cops.”

He laughs a deep, ominous sound. “No cops can save you from a serpent, little girl.”

As he storms off, I lock my door and consider his words.

Cops might not be able to save me from a serpent, but a bigger serpent can.

Pulling out my phone, I send War a text. I know I told myself I’d never do this, but frankly, I’m pissed. For goodness sake, I’mminding my own damn business at home and shouldn’t have to deal with this shit.

ORA

One of your men just came to my door and made me feel uncomfortable.

Is this how you allow your men to treat women?

Really, this message should be going to my sperm donor, but I don’t know him.

War, however, has had his dick inside me, and I feel more comfortable ranting to him.

It only takes a few seconds before my phone starts ringing, and when he speaks, I can tell that I’m not the only one who is angry.

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