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“She is. Rog knows about the cars. We needed Federico to translate withLos Coyotes.They paid us Two hundred G’s in cash as a down payment to chop them. When the rest gets safely south, we have a meeting to get paid the remainder.”

Shit.

My head really has been in the clouds; dreaming of Luce’s rosebud nipples and wet pussy. I’ve been waking up hard-as-fuck after dreaming I come in her—making her small belly full of my child as it takes hold in her womb. I need to make her mine in every way and get back to Club business before our enemies close in.

I didn’t want to get the Club back into illegal shit, but the walls were closing in. Our enemies were growing, and the club needed cash. The taxes on the Club’s businesses and properties in California have almost doubled in the last ten years. WhenLos Coyotesasked if Creed could get back in the business of chopping cars—we had no choice. Having the Mexican MC as our ally is vital in squashing threats—both new and old.

We don’t steal the cars—Los Coyoteshandles that. We just make sure they’re untraceable when we’re through. It could be worse, I suppose. We don’t run women or drugs. A few rival MC’s do. Sex-trafficking has quickly become one of the most profitable crimes in this part of the country. But if my men ever run across that shit, they have standing orders from me to shut it down.

Reluctantly, I placed my helmet down on my desk and picked up the keys to the Chevy truck parked out back. Although early fall in California is mild, Luce would freeze on the back of my bike as we rode back south. She was pissed at me for a while but now we are back on track. The weekend we shared when we first met had us both on cloud nine, but then I went back to California and shit got real.

A hundred fuckin’ cars needed their VINS to disappear, get tricked out and safely transported north and south of the border. We split up the inventory and went off-the-grid, using dirt roads cloaked in darkness. We didn’t even have the headlights on our transport trucks on. Luce was pissed, when she couldn’t reach me—and I couldn’t reach her since the cell service was complete shit. She stopped taking my calls, when they actually went through. Left me a few scathing voicemails, saying I was full of shit. That she knew I was a player… and was sorry she believed my lies. I couldn’t wait to handle Club shit and get back to her—proving her wrong.

It took two weeks to transport every car. But I thought of her every second and it made them sweeter. I recalled how she felt and tasted… and I couldn’t wait to see her again. But when I showed up on her doorstep with wine and flowers, explaining what I could without spilling Club secrets, she reluctantly took me in. I was surprised at how easy it was. Until, she told me she’d make me wait a month. A whole goddamn month without being inside her almost killed me. But today, the wait will hopefully be over.

A small thudding pain beat from the back of my skull and snaked forward to my temples. I’m stretching myself thin. Dividing my time between the Club, my Ma, and my woman wasn’t gonna work for much longer. I took my cell from my pocket and dialed.

“Ma? Are you…,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, “fuckin’ Will?”

There was a short pause. “No.”

“Thank f—”

“We make love.”

And there it was. The cold truth hitting me in the ass. I trusted Will to watch over my mother… and he betrayed me by… I shuddered, not even able to continue that thought.

“I’m coming by.” I hung up on her barking his name, “WILL!”

He sauntered back into my office with a cig dangling from his lips. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t beat the livin’ shit out of you—old man.”

“Because I make her goddamn happy, son.”

Hell.

He was probably right.

“How long. How long has this been going on?” Right under my mother-fuckin’ nose, is what I left unspoken.

“A few weeks. I like her.”

“You’d better love her,” I sneered.

“Maybe I do… what do ya’ think? I might just be your step-daddy real soon.”

And that’s when the dull thud behind my temples burst into a raging pain.

Fuckin’, hell.

“I’ll never call you that.”

He grinned like a mother-fucker as I threw my Ray Bans on. “Never say never. Look how far you’ve fallen. Who knew it’d be the little blonde from Chicago to do it?”

I flipped him the bird as I walked passed him, knocking my shoulder against his. “Don’t touch my Ma again, unless you put a ring on her.”

His laughter followed behind me as I stalked out the door of the Clubhouse and climbed into the cab of the truck. Everything was unravelling around me while I’ve been too blind to notice anything but her.

Will and Ma?

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