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“Now, I know why you looked so tired when we met.”

“Me? Tired? Babe, I could’ve gone all night long. In fact—I will tonight.”

“I can’t wait.”

The wheel slipped in my hand as she slid her palm up and down my thigh, then cupped me. “Christ, Luce.” My jagged breath was heavy in the cab as she unzipped my jeans, took me out and slid me past her lips.

Her head bobbed up and down. My ass lifted off the seat several times. “Babe. I’m gonna come,” I grunted. But she only took me deeper.

“Fuucckk!” She took it all from me. Every. Last. Drop.

Then she zipped me back up and rested her head against my arm again. “I’ve never done that before.”

Amused, I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, baby. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I know. But I wanted to. It was as much for me as you.”

We drove in silence as the lights of California glowed in the distance. “Federico.”

“What’s that babe?”

“Pick him to be your VP.” She sat up, eyes eagerly looking ahead.

I pondered her choice as I changed lanes. Federico? He started out by being Rog’s errand boy… then his bouncer… to a pledge. “He just earned his patch fifteen months ago. Picking him over more tenured brothers would be a bold choice.”

“Be bold then.”

“Why do you think I should choose him? You haven’t even met half the Club yet.”

“I don’t need to. When you know—you know.”

“What do you know about what makes a good VP, babe?”

“The important things. He’s honest. Loyal. He’d kill and die for you. He’s been around Dev all summer and she can smell bullshit miles away. I trust him to have your back and right now—that’s the most important thing to me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, leaning over and nipping my ear. “I plan on scratching my nails up and down your back…”

Damn. I came three times today and yet my dick still stirred at the mental image of her raking her nails down my back as my cock drove deep.

My cell rang. It was Will. He knew what I was doing today and had orders not to call unless important shit came up. Hell.

“Yeah?” I barked, as the call connected to the Bluetooth.

“You almost back?”

“Just crossing the state line.”

“We need to meet. Cortez’s shipment got jacked on the way south.”

“Christ. The Felons?”

“They left their calling card—the shanks they used on Cortez’s men. Left ‘em right by the bled-out bodies.”

“Christ, Will, you’re on the Bluetooth. She’s with me.” I picked up my cell, continuing the rest of the call with my phone pressed to my ear. My eyes kept darting between Luce and the road. The reality of who I was settled in with every mile that took us closer to my kingdom thirteen miles south of the streets of San Francisco. Oakland is where all the bad shit goes down. Sometimes Creed are the ones responsible; other times not. We stay clear of drugs, intervene in sex-trafficking—usually no one fucks with us. But the Felons did. Now they are gonna pay.

“Lucas?” My angel touched my arm. Her eyes were full of concern.

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