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CHAPTER SEVEN

BREAKING HEARTS

October

“MOTHERFUCKER!” My right leg raised, kicking chairs over. My hands reached for anything in sight. Bottles and glasses hurled in the air—shattering to the ground in a million pieces.

Just like my heart.

I was so careful and diligent—especially with her.

“Prez?”

“GO AWAY!” I roared, not even turning around to face Mac, my sergeant in arms. He was just promoted to the position; something that sure as hell pissed off Devon. She screamed at me like a damn banshee that he deserved better.

She’s probably right.

But with all the bullshit going down, I needed the best man by my side. Mac was born on the street. On the other side of the tracks—something he always loathed. But it taught him how to survive. That skill is gonna serve us all well now.

“Fuck!” I cursed, stepping over the path of my own destruction, back to the manila envelope laying on the bar. Its contents spilling from inside.

Lucille.

My angel.

My love.

Fifty candid shots of her stared back at me. Most of them were taken outside of Springdale High. But the ones of her at the apartment—are the ones that made my blood boil, while simultaneously chilling me to the bone.

She was sitting on the front porch, sipping her coffee while talking on the phone—probably to me. Then there were several of us the night after our weekend in San Fran. I had driven her back to Springdale and took her all night. The pictures on the bar showing it in detail—her against the window of her rental while my palms were splayed wide as they cupped her breasts. I stood behind her with my hands pulling her panties aside for my fingers to plunge inside. Her head was thrown back her ripe breasts press against the glass turning her nipples to pebbled peaks.

I’m gonna kill who ever took this and invaded our privacy.

My fingers lifted the handwritten note packed in with the photos.

Ride with us or she dies.

There’s no signature. But I know who it’s from. The new MC that bastard, Gregory, formed—The Felons.

At first, they tried to mask it by brokering a deal. They wanted us to merge clubs, let bygones be bygones and all that shit. But after they jackedLos Coyotesshipment; they’re letting us know—it’s on.

They are into bad shit. Drug running for cartels, taking contracts for hits from the Asian mob in LA, and trafficking women and kids south of the border and now they’re sending a very personal message to me.

These are badhombreswho have my girl in their sights.

I closed my fist, clenching the piece of paper in my hands. I’ll protect my girl with everything I have—even if it means letting her go.

She needs to stay clear of this. I don’t know how long it will be but eradicating an MC of criminals is going to take time. They’ve been recruiting from the inside, enticing prisoners with promises of pussy and rides. Shit, they have money from all their dirty, illegal jobs, and they’ve bought each new member Harley’s.

My fingers pressed against my temple, I shut my eyes. I was close, so close to making her mine. I was planning on asking her to move to California in the spring. We haven’t been together long, but I knew the second I found her that she was it for me. My plan was to woo her over the winter, ring in the New Year with her tucked in my bed, ask her to be my Valentine, and then my bride.

That plan has gone to shit now.

“ARGGGHHHH!” I roared at the top of my lungs as I picked up a pool stick and broke it over my knee before hurling it like a javelin through a glass window.

“Smith?! What the fuck? You trashed our clubhouse?” Will was the only one who dared open their mouth and speak. No one’s ever seen me so riled. But then again Will’s decades older than the rest of my men and has seen shit like this plenty of times before. He’s going to be a good sounding board for me in the months that lay ahead.

Silently, I handed him the crumped note, gesturing to the pictures scattered across the bar. He quickly scanned the contents, eyes going cold.

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