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“I’ll let Doc know we have a new client to onboard,” Spade, our Chaplain, immediately interjects. He’s the opposite of Slasher, with short, light sandy colored hair, clean-shaven, and hazel eyes. He’s average height and build with some sick spades tattooed on the tops of his hands, his demeanor patient and calm. Always, to the point it drives me crazy at times.

He pulls the small notepad from his plain black shirt pocket, the silver cross and chain ever present lying against his chest. He scoots forward, borrowing a pen from the middle of the table, ready to write down any health concerns and specifics we typically discuss during our client rundowns. He carries a torch for the female doctor we work with, but he won’t admit it. Claims it’s all in the name of business and remaining ethical.

Yeah, sure.

“We’ll need to discuss the studs for her. Here’s her file.” I hand it off to Brass first, who will check it out and then continue to pass it down the line. Even if a brother wasn’t chosen, everyone still reads over the information because circumstances can change at any time. “For her first ovulation round, she’s chosen Kilo, Smoke, and Tinman.”

“Picking the three who look the least dangerous,” King, our secretary, comments. I grin because I immediately thought the same thing. Felicia had no idea we’re a club full of one-percenters, so it doesn’t matter who she chose. We’ve all done our fair share of shit. Spade’s the holiest fucker out of all of us, but even his hands aren’t completely clean.

Kilo rolls his eyes, arguing, “Least dangerous my ass, I handle more sketchy situations than all you fuckers.”

I snort. “Right, you talking to hormonal women all the time, trying to promise them you can give them the baby they’ve dreamed of? When you handle that on the regular, then you come talk to me.”

The brothers chuckle, giving Kilo more shit about how a pissed off, emotional woman is far more dangerous than any criminal he’s dealt with in our supply business.

Shadow takes the file next, glancing over the location. “I’ll arrange travel for our nurse once I can confirm her schedule.”

Smoke quietly mutters, “I can take her.”

A grin immediately curls my lips, but I cover it, rubbing over my mouth until it drops. He thinks she’s pretty. Brother stares at her like she’s hung the motherfucking moon, but he’s too wrapped up in his head over it to say two words to the chick.

Shadow huffs, shaking his head. “Brother, the client is in Chicago, ain’t no way our little traveling nurse is riding yourfuckin’ motorcycle all the way up there to collect specimens or whatever the fuck sort of magic it is she does.”

Smoke glowers, “I meant I can fly up there with her, dipshit.”

“Does she need an escort now that I’m unaware of? Last I checked, she was a capable female.” He fires back.

“Alright,” I interject, before they go to blows like they have in the past. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy seeing them bloody their knuckles a bit, I have too much shit going on today to deal with them too. “Smoke?” I ask, needing more context.

“Chicago’s a shit box. She’s a little woman. Just figured she might feel safer with a brother next to her during the trip, is all. Unless our goal is for her to be shot, mugged, or raped. Sold off into prostitution?”

Brass’s brows screw up as he glances between us in confusion. “Wait, isn’t our nurse Sher? The tall, curvy chick always posting pictures of her lifting weights?”

I quietly hum to myself, understanding where he’s going with this. She’s gorgeous but also looks like if you fuck with her, she won’t hesitate to break you in a few places. Rather than outright agree, my gaze pins back on Smoke, “You’re one of the studs, brother. Sit this trip out.”

He frowns, but immediately nods. I don’t offer to send anyone else with her, or it’ll piss him off more than her going alone.

“Shadow, arrange for a car to pick her up at the airport and put her in a nice hotel in a safer part of the city near our client.”

Smoke drops the previous frown, relaxing into his chair at my words. At least I can appease him easily enough, and at the same time, hopefully make our traveling nurse feel more comfortable. Most people believe being the president of an MC means I give orders and everyone jumps to do them, but it’s not the case. It’s more like being the manager at a business full of teenagers you have to keep in check, but at the same time, half the fuckers are your best friends, and at the end of the day, you’d be willing to die for any one of them. It’s what a true MC brotherhood is, or what it should be, in my opinion. Lucky for these guys, I’m in the position to make their lives here hopefully better than some other asshole wearing a Prez patch would.

A loud knock on the chapel door has all of our heads shooting to the thick, oversized monstrosity. We made it that way on purpose so anyone having to approach it realizes they’re dealing with an entire fucking club behind it.

Death stands, moving to answer, always first to charge into any shit. It’s the reason we all voted him in as our Enforcer. We can depend on him to have our backs, always. Not that anyone fucks with the kings, they’d have a death wish if they did.

There’s a moment of murmured voices, then Death turns to me. “Prez. A client is in your office.”

I nod, knowing exactly who it is. She said she needed me, and I was willing to offer up a place. We’ll see if it was a smart idea or a dumb one. “Look over the file so you’re all familiar with her.We’ll pick back up later in the week.” My order is met with nods, so I slam the gavel down, eager to see my visitor.

Chapter 3

MADMAN

Her back is to me as I enter my office, and the excitement curling in my gut shouldn’t be present, yet it is. I’ve knownher for eighteen years now, and every time she’s in my office, I find myself anticipating her visit and at the same time, dreading her departure.

“Audrey,” I murmur, my cock already growing hard from having her presence here alone.

She stands, turning to me with a warm smile. “Thank you for letting us come, Gavin.” Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I know mine are doing the same. If I were friends with women, she’s one I’d almost consider a friend. She’s been a client and in my life for so long, I’ve let my guard down with her. It’s not common for me to easily grow comfortable with outsiders, but Audrey has this way about her. A powerful allure that somehow draws you to her. At least for me, she does.

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