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He paid for it too, almost with his life.

It didn’t stop his misery wanting her.

She’d wedged underneath his skin, burrowed in tight, made a fucking home for herself in his yearning.

It wasn’t the last time he risked it all for her.

Because Roux … his incredibly tough Cookie was his queen among mortal women.

And a risk worth taking.

Over and over and over.

Obsessions and addictions went hand in hand with suffering and they were not uncommon to a biker.

Butcher learned that the hard way from that day forward.

FIVE

“A lost love was only lost if he stayed gone.” – Roux

Nerves were a terrible thing.

Especially after winning more than twelve grand.

Roux jumped her eyes to Reaper. The quietest man on earth was looking at her as if gauging what she’d do now they’d followed her outside of the gambling den, but her gaze was immediately drawn back to Tad.

God, he looked good.

She wanted to hate the way she felt when he swept her bare, with just a look. She’d be lying through her ass because his heated eyes messed her up.

He hadn’t changed much since she last saw him.

His chest was wide with a lean waist. Standing at six-foot-four. She’d always been attracted to his lanky body and she was glad he hadn’t bulked out in any way. That face of his though…god, kept getting more handsome. She hated again how she noticed the stubble he hadn’t shaved in days. Not quite a beard, but enough it would do damage to her inner thighs. She was glad, she didn’t go in for the scraggly beard phase at all. His dark brown hair was still ruthlessly shorn around the sides but with enough on top to tug.

Full lips made for kissing. And she knew from experience what his long fingers could do. Thaddeus had the type of body made for women to ogle.

From the first day he’d bowled her over with his looks and then add in his rasp-like tones, she was sick for him.

Was it possible to miss a person you never stopped thinking about?

It’s been a long summer without him.

“Don’t tell me, you want the money back?” She challenged, hands on her hips. “I won it fair and square.” She needed that money and she’d fight tooth and nail to keep it. It wasn’t her fault if those inside were dumb as a fucking bag of carrots and couldn’t see a play if it bit them on the ass.

But she wonfairly.

They just didn’t know they’d been playing by her rules, is all.

“Really?” It was Reaper who asked.

She glowered at his little testing smirk.

Tad hadn’t taken his gaze from her and she felt it itching under her clothes.

She wanted to see him and never wanted to see him at the same time.

She’d known coming to a RSMC gambling den was a risk. A risk worth taking at the time when she put in her 500 dollars buy in for the table.

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