Page 11 of Devil's Lair

“Maybe we should back off this… we don’t need any blowback with the Club or my father.”

“We didn’t take the girl. All we did was work for some extra cash. If anything we helped ease relations between the MC and the Cartel. Doing them favors avoids wars and builds good will. Your father taught me that.”

“Fine. Handle the girl. Get her gone as in back home or they will deal with her.”

“Fuck.” My fist slammed into the trunk of a tree. “You need to tell Pico they gotta stop grabbing girls on our turf. Your father will agree it’s bullshit. They making it seem like we either can’t protect the people living on our turf or that we are in on it. Both are bad.”

“I’ll handle my old man. You take care of the sister…”

“Ez! Wait…,” I dropped my head with my hands on my hips, I muttered. “If it comes to it, I’ll buy the girl back before the auction. Keep in close contact with Pico.”

He stood silent for a beat. “You thirsting hard for the sister?”

“She’s fresh as fuck. I want to dirty her up. Unleash my cock all over her.”

“Day-yumn. You are thirsty. I felt the same way when I took my woman. If she doesn’t go with ya’ willingly you gonna have to handle that on your own.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Mmkay. Hot me up if you need back up. Hopefully, this will all blow over and we’ll be back focusing on Club business.”

We both knew his words were full of bullshit. Things felt hot and likely to blow the off up.

I walked alone in the dark, my boots crunching over the brush until I came around through the woods to the back lot of The Fuzzy Peach. The place was packed as I weaved through the smoky haze of the bar. Sam didn’t give two fucks about local ordinances and his patrons didn’t either.

“Hey Papi,” a drunk fake blonde cozied up to me, her hot pink nails resting on my pecs. I felt her nails scrape my nipple through my cotton shirt.

“Not interested, sugar.” I brushed her off, her pupils wide in disbelief.

“Bane! Baby,” another woman nestled against my side. This one I knew I’d hit before although her plump limps and Bambi eyes didn’t even make my dick twitch. “Come here,” she crooked a finger as her other hand cupped me.

“Sorry, babe. I’m out. Club business.”

Her pouty lips formed a shocked “O” as I left here standing there. I stood tall in the crowd, my ice-blue eyes mesmerizing. I knew they all lusted after me more than the others. But I never cared to wield my masculinity as a weapon.

Until now.

Until her.

“Wyatt.” Her whisper snaked over my skin. I could pretend I didn’t hear here. She called me by my first name instead of my road name. The only woman who ever had that right was my ex, Bailey.

She was just outside the front entrance, hanging in the shadows as if she were waitin’ on me.

“I can’t do this with you. Not tonight. We’re over, girl. Have been for a long time.”

“I-I know. I just thought?—?”

I mad Amy way toward her stopping just out of her reach. “You thought what? Showing up here after I’m five beer in and tired, I’d take one look at ya’ wearing nothing but exposed skin and I’d take you home?”

She swallowed hard. “I miss you. I miss us.”

“Yeah? You shoulda thought of that before I caught you by the road on the back of a Rebel Soul’s bike with his hands on you.”

“I told you… I was doing it for intel… trying to find info your the Club.”

“Save it, Bailey. I’d never want a woman of mine to have another man’s hands on her not for no money or any ‘intel.’ We’re done. Over. Finito. And I damn well now you ain’t having my baby cause it’s been months since I touched you.”

“I miss you… I still reach for you at night…please, Wyatt.” She moved trying to touch me as her eyes watered. But I was having none of it. This woman betrayed me. Lied to me. And I gave her more of myself than I ever had given anyone.

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