Page 77 of Sold to the Single Daddies

“The fuck she is!” Mills stomped back down the stairs and then froze. “Will you watch Lucky tonight, Maxie?”

“Of course!” If Maxie suddenly sounded a little too perky, I chalked it up to nerves at having to tell us the fucked-up news.

“You’re sure it said Club Devil?” My stomach was crashing lower and lower while my blood pressure was climbing higher and higher.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. Maybe she’s just acting out before coming back home to y’all? Or maybe she just needs to sow a few wild oats?”

“I’ll sow her wild fucking oats, goddammit.” West stomped to the truck, his face red with anger. “Come on, Tate! Get in the fucking truck and let’s go get our woman.”

I nodded to Lucky as I backed away.

“Thank you, Maxie. We’ll pick him up in the morning if we aren’t in jail for murdering the sorry fuck who dares touch Reagan.”

She waved easily.

“Sure thing. Be careful!”

Mills drove like a bat out of hell out of Devil’s Den.

“This crazy, beautiful, infuriating, sexy woman. I’m going to bend her over and spank her ass raw for this.”

I grunted. “She’s coming home and she’s coming home tonight. I don’t care if we have to tie her to our bed. A few dozen orgasms should take the fight right out of her.”

“Why would she go back to the club? Does she want something we weren’t providing her? West leaned forward from the backseat. “There’s three of us. How could we not be providing her with something?”

“Don’t care. We’re what she’s getting.” Mills passed a slow-moving car and continued to break every speed limit around. “She has no business going alone to that place. If she wants to go for some reason, we’ll take her. If she wants to be fucked on stage, we’ll fuck her on stage. While blocking anyone from seeing a single inch of her body, of course. Whatever she wants or needs, she’ll get it from us. And she’ll like it.”

As soon as the club came into view, it was clear it was a busy night. The parking lot was full but Mills parked right in front of the front door. When someone came rushing at him, telling him he couldn’t park there, he tossed the man his keys.

“Move it or take it. I don’t give a fuck. I’m getting my woman back.”

Security was waiting on us just beyond the door. There were fifteen beasts staring us down and waiting for us to cause trouble. The guy in charge stepped forward, cell phone in hand.

“My associate told you that you can’t park there.”

Mills went toe to toe with him.

“The mother of my child is in there and I’ve come to retrieve her. You can either let me pass so I can find her and leave or you can stay in my way and get rocked when I decide I’ve waited long enough.”

“Sergei, stand down.” One of the owners we’d met the night of Reagan’s auction came from a hidden doorway off to the right. “I got a call from Shep a little bit ago, giving me a head’s up. Your lady snuck off, huh? As long as you keep yourselves together, you have full use of the club to find her and punish her.”

My dick threatened to lengthen in my pants but I ignored it. We had to get Reagan first. Punishment could come later.

“Appreciate it.”

“Go ahead, man. The night’s young.”

I clapped him on the shoulder as we moved past and then we were back in the club. It was the same as the night we’d found and won Reagan and my blood pumped hot and heady through my veins at the memories.

Mills was more animal than man as he lifted his head and looked like he was sniffing the air for traces of Reagan. I was considering the thought that he’d lost his mind when he locked in on something across the room and took off.

We cut through the club, ignoring the stage where everyone seemed to be focused. Instead, we were zeroed in on a sexy little thing sitting by herself at a high-top table, legs crossed and high heel swinging as she sipped from her drink. She might as well have been naked for all the good her dress was doing hidingher body. Her hair was curling down her back in big waves and she had on more makeup than normal. She’d dressed up for the asshole she was with.

I slipped past Mills and pressed into Reagan from the side. She gasped and tried to jerk away but I grabbed her thigh and held her tight.

“Where’s your date?”

She gasped again and leaned her head back to look at me.

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