Page 67 of Property of Camo

My heart skips when she parts her lips, letting me in, my tongue stroking into her mouth. With my soul growing brighter by the hour while I am around her, feelings bubble to the surface that I have not felt in a long time.

Hope, wonder, and love.

“CHURCH” is called.

“Go,” she says against my lips. “Not like I can go anywhere.”

I chuckle, pecking her lips again.

“Be back. Call Delaney or the prospect if you need anything.” She nods, and I leave, throwing a glare at the club girls as I pass.

Stepping into the boardroom where we hold the club meetings, I see Winger sitting at the head of the table, gavel in hand.

“Okay, fuckers, let’s get on with this. I am sure that Camo wants to get back to his woman now that he has her locked up here so she can’t run from him.” He winks at me.

The men laugh, some slap the table.

“Yeah, yeah, fuckers. I am claiming Skyla as mine.”

“About fucking time, fucker. Even though I think she is too good for you.” Rush laughs, winking.

“She is good for you, brother.” This comes from Halen.

He senses people when he heals them; it is like he takes a little of their essence into his body, so he feels connected. It is also how he can transfer pain and negativity onto people. He is a mean SOB when he needs to be.

“Alright, I have spoken to Tate. Camo, they have Aston; he is safe and with him and Eva right now, so you can tell your woman that her boy is safe.”

I nod to Pres. Skyla will be fucking happy that the kid is safe. All of this is because she helped him, but that is just who she is and I would never change that.

“The McWilliam clan reached out, and they have a lead on the stepfather. The clan will pass on any information to me and I will relay it,” Cotton fills me in.

“Thanks, brother.”

“While we wait for the information, Camo, I know that you are gunning to be out there looking but right now your woman needs you, and so do the club. Let the moles do the digging.” He laughs, so do we all around the table. “No pun intended.”

“Three jobs have come in.” Cotton goes to explain but raised voices reach us, and one of them belongs to my woman.

“What the hell?” I race from the room to find a scene that is not that unfamiliar to us here at the club.

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Skyla

The sight of those women makes my stomach churn. Seeing them leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Their glares and whispers are like needles pricking at my skin.

Each one of them has had a piece of Camo, and the thought of it makes my blood boil. I want to scream, to tell them to leave, but I stay silent, my fingers flexing around the blanket covering me. They whisper among themselves, probably about me, judging me with their eyes and words.

I hate feeling like this, seeing them, knowing they have had what should be mine. All I want is for Camo to walk through that door and take me home. I do not belong here, nor do I want to be here having them shoved in my face.

But for now, I have to endure their presence, waiting for him to come back.

The one Camo was fucking when I walked into this very room, looks at me smugly and I want nothing more than to slap it off her over-make-upped face. That look has been on her facesince I got here, even when Camo kissed me. It is like she is holding onto a secret that will add more cracks to my heart.

“Hey, do you need anything? Pain medication?” Delaney asks, sitting next to me.

She is the one club girl who is nice and I often wonder why she is here. The Kings treat her well, except Thorin, who likes to keep his distance, but I see how he looks at her, and her him.

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