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I kiss her on the cheek and then on her luscious lips. “I do, too.” I roll out of bed and start putting on my jeans and then my socks and boots. I know that it is almost time to leave, but I’m soaking in the extra moments I can with her right now.
“Where do you work?” Her eyes are open and she is blinking her eyelashes to clear the sleep out of her eyes.
I chuckle. I keep forgetting that I don’t know her that well. I keep forgetting that I just her recently. Shit. Time seems longer when you meet someone like Maci.
“I own a tattoo place right across from the diner.”
She smiles. “That’s cool. Will, uh, will I be seeing you later?”
I’m putting my shirt on and I look at her face once I’ve cleared my face. “Yeah, babe. I’ll see you later.”
I lean over to kiss her on her lips and tweak her upturned nipple that is begging for me to suck on.
*
By the time I get back to the clubhouse, I’m about ready to kick my own ass. I forgot to check on the security of the apartment building and I forgot to get her phone number. I’m a fuckin’ dumb ass.
Maucho’s sitting outside of the clubhouse with Capone, Gear and a president from Snake’s Head MC, Michelangelo.
What the fuck is Michelangelo doing here? This mother fucker is a sadistic president who loves to have control over everything and everyone. He will stop at nothing to make sure he has that control.
He’s been one to leave men in a smokestack and watch the fire kill her people.
“What’s Snake’s Head doin’ here?” I demand and get off my bike.
Snake’s Head MC is also a one percent club. Meaning, they don’t give a fuck about rules and they will do what they want when they want it. I’m not saying we go over and beyond to get what we want, but we don’t ask permission from other people to get it.
Fuck that shit.
From day one, I’ve run my club and have taken tallies and votes for our side businesses and hustle. Michelangelo doesn’t give two fucks.
He smirks at me with a picture in his hand. I step up closer to him but he yanks the picture away from me.
“Is that anyway to greet your cousin?”
Swarmy fucker!
Did I forget to mention he’s my cousin? Growing up, I wanted to be like him. He got all the girls and all the money when we were kids. He’s a couple years older than me and everyone wanted to be like him. Girls threw their panties at him and their dads hated him on sight. I thought that was a perfect setup.
Michelangelo changed a lot when he came out of prison for a drug deal that went sideways. He had little care for his life or anything else. The man rides his bike as if he’s unbreakable or has a death wish.
“Hey. Whatcha doin’ on my side?” I stop walking about half a yard away from him. I like to keep my distance as much as I can.
He shows me the picture again. This time I’m able to see the picture in clarity.
Holy fucking shit! “Why do you have a picture of my woman?”
Sure as shit, he has a picture of Maci leaving the courthouse. She looks sexy in her suit with her hair all swept up. Her eyes are outlined in thick glassed but it’s her.
He smirks and hands it over to me to hold on to. “Word on the street is you’ve gotten pretty chummy with that chick. I take it you know her?”
“Fuck yeah, I know her. Why do you have a picture of her?”
“I’ll tell you but I want you to do me a favor.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I’m about to make a deal with the devil.
