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“They weren’t lying when they said you were a handful,” he states, and I place my hands on my hips.

“Excuse me?” I say, quirking a brow. “They both can get fucked for saying that. Fucking pricks.” I huff, and he laughs as I grab the keys to my G-Wagon. He steps in front of me, blocking my exit.

“Stand down, Zayn,” I command, and he folds his arms over his chest. I can’t help but notice how big his biceps are as they flex against his chest.

“Can’t do that,” he retorts, taking a step closer to me.

“Move!” I command again, but he doesn’t budge. Taking out my phone, I dial Spade.

“Hey, Babygirl. What’s up?” he asks excitedly.

“You better tell your lap dog to let me out of my fucking house before he has no balls,” I spit, and he laughs.

“Come on, babe. He’s just doing his job,” he says and I growl.

“I don’t need anyone coming with me to go to the goddamn warehouse. I can take care of myself. You all can track me, between the phone, the cars, and my god damn clit. Now tell him to let me go!” I shout down the line as Zayn coughs at my words.Shit, now he knows I have my clit pierced and that it's a tracker. Jesus Christ Jade.

“Is that the only place you’re going?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. Before I can answer, Zayn mouths, “That's twice.” I snarl at him, then answer my husband.

“Yes, Reid. Straight to the warehouse and back,” I say, rolling my eyes for a third time and flipping the big fuck off.

“Fine,” he says, and I smile. “Let Zayn know you are free to go,” he finishes.

“Oh, I will. See you later, baby,” I say.

“I love you, Babygirl, be careful,” he says, and I smile.

“I love you too, Babyboy.” Then the line goes dead. Locking eyes with Zayn, I raise a brow.

“Well, you heard the man. Now move,” I spit, and he smiles, taking a step to the side.

“Clit piercing? Nice,” he whispers as I walk past and my whole body shivers at his words. I roll my eyes and walk away.

“That’s four times and counting, Brat,” he shouts, but I ignore him and leave the house, slamming the door as I exit.

Chapter 23

Drive-Bys & Lies

Spade

“Jesus fuck, Ry,” I hiss as his tongue swirls along my piercing. We’re supposed to be heading home, but this motherfucker had other plans the minute we left the drop spot. He was slightly annoyed that I didn’t go to bed with him last night since I’ve been away for a few days, but he also understood. I told him to come to bed with us, but he went off on his own.

I press his head further down my length as we sit at a red light. Laying my head back against the seat, he sucks my cock deeper down his throat, swallowing around me. “Mmm, you feel so fucking good.” I groan as the light turns green. “Maybe I should pull over somewhere because the way you're sucking me I do–Fuckkkk, Ry. Jesus Christ.” I groan as he gags long and hard, causing my body to shudder. He pulls up only to slam back down, and I growl. “Someone definitely missed me.” I moan as his hand cups my nuts, squeezing them gently. “Ryyy,” I warn, and he lifts his head up, releasing me with a pop as a string of saliva leaves his mouth. We come to another red light and he slams his mouth against mine, kissing me like his life depends on it. His tongue fights mine for dominance, and then he pulls away before I can deepen the kiss.

“I fucking want you, Reid. Like right the fuck now,” he growls, deep in his chest, which only makes my dick fucking twitch against the steering wheel.

“Damn, Ry. I do too.” I admit, as I try to find somewhere we can go, but the back window shatters and we both duck as Ryder’s side of the car gets lit up by bullets. The car speeds past us, but I don’t get the make or model, just the color black. “What the fuck!” I shout, putting my hard dick away. “Ry, you good? Are you hit?” I yell, as his hands cup my face.

“Na, I’m good, Ace,” he says as I check him over. He laughs at the concerned look on my face.

“It’s not funny, Ry. I’ve lost too many people, and today ain’t gonna be the day I lose you, so shut the fuck up,” I yell, but he slams his lips against mine, kissing me like a madman. He pulls away, leaving me breathless. “You really are madness under that cut,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his as I run my hands through his long hair. He growls, pulling me closer, causing me to moan as he bites my bottom lip. I pull away and he frowns. “We gotta get out of here. Call Zayn. Make sure the kids are alright,” I say, and he nods, taking out his phone and making the call.Who the fuck could have been shooting at us? The fucking list is getting longer and longer by the day, and we need to put a stop to this. I know Jade wanted to wait until she gave birth to Prince, but time isn’t on our side.

“Everything is wonderful at home. No alerts for any intruders. All is quiet,” Ry says, and I nod.

“What is going through your head, Ace?” He asks, and I sigh.

“Do you really want to know?” I reply.He doesn’t want this life.How can I continue this relationship when he’s not all the way in? He says he loves me, but he wants nothing to do with the club. There’s no difference between our family and club life. It’s all the fucking same.

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