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She expelled a loud breath. “No. But it wasn’t exactly a picnic in the park. Just take me home, Dante. Get me the fuck away from this suburban hell.”

I reached behind and squeezed her leg, ignoring the way my stomach lurched as she referred to the club as her home.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling her front flush against my back, and sighed heavily. “I want a vodka, a hot bath, and the nastiest, dirtiest sex on the menu. Not necessarily in that order.”

Well. I was no longer thinking about my stomach lurching. All the blood rushed straight to my dick, and visions of Rachel in a variety of positions, all of them including her being naked, flashed behind my eyes.

“I’ll have us home in twenty.”

“It’s a half an hour drive,” she laughed.

“Oh. Then I’ll have us home in fifteen.”

She laughed again, before tapping my shoulder, indicating she wanted me to wait before setting off. “Er… Dante. I think we need to take a rain check.”

I twisted in my seat, pushing the helmet off my head as I heard the slight tremor in her voice.

“What is it…” I began, before noticing the phone she was extending towards me.

Church. Now. The Riders have responded.

“Is this bad?” Rachel asked, her eyes scanning my face.

“No. If it was bad, there would be more than one text. A response could be anything. More than likely, they’ve made some vague gesture of peace, just like the last time. Don’t look so worried. Look,” I said, pulling up the live stream of the garage security cameras. Vienna was there, shouting at Sunshine, who was brandishing a wrench in his direction. Shark was trying to get them both to listen, gesturing in the direction of church. Tools was still under the car he had been working on, and Imogen was studying some of the papers in the office.

“See? If it was bad, they wouldn’t be sitting there without a care in the world. You know we use church to keep everyoneinformed and up to date, as well as to make our plans. Everything is fine.”

“Okay,” she said, relief evident in her tone.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Okay,” she nodded, her voice much firmer this time.

“Alright then,” I grinned, pushing the helmet back over my head and spinning in my seat. “Hold on tight, Darlin’. If I can’t get you home and give you the seeing to you deserve, I’m damn sure going to give you the ride of your life.”

By the time we arrived back at the club, my dick was hard as rock, and Rachel’s legs were jelly. I may or may not have taken the bumpiest route home. I may or may not have revved the engine one times too many. And I may, or may not, have thrown the odd dirty comment at her whenever I heard her gasp of shock or the soft moans she tried to hide.

What was sex without a bit of build-up andforeplay?

Chapter 37

Dante

“This is all going to go tits up,” Sunshine said in his usual grumpy tone.

We had been in church for the past hour, and none of us were any closer to coming to any sort of agreement. The Rough Riders had sent one of their prospects to deliver a message. The note was currently sitting in the middle of the table.

We need to talk.

We have no intention of letting this go any further. Macbeth is dead, and as far as we’re concerned, that’s the end of it. When Macbeth came to us, we wanted to use him to mess with you, not to cause this much death and bloodshed. We have the police breathing down our necks, as I’m sure you guys do. We were not responsible for the fire that burnt down your clubhouse, and text messages on Macbeth’s phone will prove this.

We do not want war with the Devil’s.

If you want to discuss this further, send a representative to meet with our vice Friday at the border. 11am.

Harley.

“What do you think, Vienna?” Crash asked.

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