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An hour later when Lawless had showered off the sex from his skin, he took a stroll through the party to grab a drink and maybe a couple of dogs from the BBQ before he went to feed his kittens, he saw Snake, heard him first actually, with his big barrelling laugh. A woman with little titties popped out of a tube top sitting on his lap, hands all over him as she helped with lowering the zipper to his jeans, she was grinding on Snake’s dick like the hungry serpent all women were.

Lawless laughed to himself. That asshole had bigger problems than Lawless could ever dream of. At least his own secrets were at face value. Snake’s went deep, so deep he used any sweet malleable pussy to hide behind.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“What happens when you cross the Bratva? No man has lived to tell that tale.” – Grigori.

Rough sounding Russian came out of the mouth of Grigori’s right-hand man, Grigori listened with half an ear, his attention held elsewhere. Borya was a stupid man known only for fighting. He had fists and little to no brain to speak of. He had traveled to the states with Grigori for one purpose only and it was not for his capable mathematical skills. Grigori had needed muscle.

“Da.” Grigori replied idly to Borya’s question. The engine was motoring quietly and the lights switched off within his black Jaguar as he surveyed the compound off to the right just a little way up the road, any closer and he risked detection and that would not do right now.

It was lively. Lights and music, engines roaring and a lot of revelry.

Information trickled into his inbox just this evening and because he trusted his IT specialist with face recognition technology Grigori was now in receipt with the name of the dark-haired male from his own party several weeks previous.

And what do you know, that same man belonged to the Renegade Souls MC. Funny then when he had extended the invitation to his get together of like-minded criminals this dark-haired man had not been introduced to Grigori as part of the Renegade Souls. In fact, the man and the other three who had attended never even crossed paths, oh, and Grigori had scoured the camera footage for evidence of their connection and found none.

The dark-haired man was not known to Grigori, he had no way of knowing he was one of those outlaws. He had not dressed in their revolting garb, no club colors adorned his clothes. It had been a mystery who he was until this very evening.

Now he knew.

Nathan Frazier, better known in these parts as Grinder. Also known in the underground as the best tracker Renegade Souls have ever had.

Grigori knew him as the male who had stolen from him.

“Let us go,” he informed his driver and the car pulled away quietly, only turning on the high beams when they were far enough away not to be detected from the gate security.

“What now?” asked Borya. “Are we going to contact Marinos?”

“Oh,nyet.” A shadowy sneer slashed across Grigori’s face. He was not a man to show any expression whatsoever in normal circumstances, a male who showed his hand often lost and Grigori did not care to lose. But to be cheated in this style, when he had offered the hand of friendship, better still, businessmen coming together in endeavors they could both profit from, now this was galling.

The rage swelled within his chest, fisted his well-manicured hands within his lap.

And no one could be allowed to get away with that. “I will not extend a courtesy hand.” He told his bodyguard, who was practically salivating to hit something, anything, he was an animal with such things. He would get his chance.

“They played dirty first. Let us show them how filthy we can get.”

Plans were put into place before they’d reached home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“It’s not until you’re gone that you realize what you miss, even jealous, moody bikers.” – Luxe

“Come on!Jesus. You can drive any time today, Miss Daisy!Imbécil. Dios.” The Chrysler crawling at a snail’s pace in front of Luxe didn’t have the first clue how wound up she was by his driving skills or lack thereof, she’d been behind him for more than a mile without room to overtake him.

Any fricking slower and she’d roll to a stop on i-76, as it was, this guy was well under the speed limit and she had places to be, she’d already been on the road longer than she’d wanted to with barely a rest stop in between to grab a salad wrap and a latte, she really needed to find a job closer to home, one that paid as much as she was going to get paid from Jamie.But Grinder isn’t in New Mexico and you like him---his body. Hm, thought provoking, one she couldn’t give the proper time to when the car in front slowed further, for Christ sake. “Try walking next time.” She muttered finally taking the exit that would lead her back toward Fort Springs … the question still and had been for the last hour, which turn would she take; the one heading back to The Apollo Kingsmen quad compound which was where her actual job was waiting for herORtake the exit and go into Armado Springs to see the biker with the body she liked so much.

It shouldn’t be that difficult of a decision. Money over hormones. Easy, right?

She’d had fun.

They’d had a lot of fun.

She wouldn’t mind a little more fun with him before she had to leave again.

Maybe she could check in with him, see what he was about, maybe he was seeing someone already. Her stomach churned greasily. It had been several weeks.

Just thinking of Nathan and his beard and cocky all too arrogant smile twisted an invisible screw at the apex of her thighs, a sharp pulse to go with the already too warm interior of her car that just rounded off the constant ache she’d had in her body since she’d left his bed.

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