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Tapping my ear, I let everyone know, “Got him. Room 24. Harmless.”

“I am n-not harmless, you pussy. Coming in here, two of you against one. Take me on, one-on-one, and I w-will show you harmless,” he rages but stumbles over his words.

Royal looks at me and nods in the guy’s direction.

“He can take you, brother.”

Staring at the little prick, I crack my neck from side to side, then I interlock my fingers and crack my knuckles. His eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open, as he stumbles backwards.

Stepping forward, I smirk at him.

“Come and take me. Be a big man and hit me; I am waiting, bitch.” I chuckle, motioning him to me with four fingers.

He stares at me for a little longer, making me think that he won’t do shit, so I give him an incentive.

Lennox and Silas arrive, and I look to them, grinning, then back to Royal.

“See, harmless.” I shrug.

The fucker growls and charges me, so I brace with my feet apart, and raise my fist. It connects with his jaw, his head snapping back with a resounding crunch. One upper-cut and the fucker is out cold on the floor.

“Easy.” Royal laughs, stepping over the prone body on the floor.

He checks his pulse, then steps over to the chair to collect the old leather duffle bag, before pulling the zipper open. Stacks and stacks of cash sit inside, and we do not know how much he has actually spent, but I know that the club will make up the total.

Hell, we are not even being paid for this hunt, but we did get a marker to call on. You are dumb as shit if you think you can borrow money from a loan shark and not pay it back.

“I am fucking starving for actual food, not some gas station shit,” Silas speaks up, rubbing his hand over his stomach.

“We passed a diner about twenty minutes ago; we can stop in there on the ride back,” Lennox informs us, and we nod.

Royal stuffs the duffle bag into the saddle bag on his bike, then we mount up and ride to get some good food in us before we ride home, back to our families.

Dom is staying with my parents tonight, so I will just sleep at the clubhouse. If Lilith and I were further along into our thing, I would go to her and get lost in her warm body.

The idea of burying myself inside of her makes my dick twitch behind my zipper.

I bet she tastes as sweet all over as her lips do.

Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her pussy, to have her come in my mouth, and scream my name.

“Shit,” I mutter, pressing down on my dick as I walk into the diner.

Royal looks over his shoulder at me, dropping his gaze to my crotch, then looking back to my face. Giving me the ‘we are talking about this shit’ look, we take a booth by the window to keep an eye on our bikes.

Within seconds, a young waitress comes to our table and by the way she is eye-fucking us, she likes what she sees. She tries flirting but none of us falls into her advances, Lennox puts her in her place, and she huffs away like a spoiled toddler.

We get our food delivered by another waitress who laughs at the young girl’s antics, we eat and refuel ourselves and our bikes, before we head back home. I need to see if Dom passed his math test, and then maybe as a surprise, we could go to Wicked Sugar for a treat to celebrate.

The need to see Lilith grows with each passing mile; fuck me this woman has got under my skin.

CHAPTER EIGHT

LILITH

“Do we have any more of those lemon candies?” Kady calls back to me from the front of the store.

She is helping me today as one of my employees is out sick. There is a stomach illness going around the high school and unfortunately, she caught it.

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