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My eyes widen and I push out of his arms. “Don’t be stupid.” I deplore and spin out of his grasp.
He holds me to him again and this time his mouth slams on mine. The kiss is powerful, deep, and possessive. I don’t know why he would ever think I would be interested in Mick. I’ve been madly in love with Dale since I first met him.
There’s a banging on the door that wakes us out of our lustful kissing and I almost hiss at the knock. Between the brothers planning for Mick to get out of prison and then the party, my time with Dale has been limited.
“Someone better be dyin’,” Dale mutters and opens the door with a flare.
“We got company,” Chase shouts and points towards the cameras which are directed all over the clubhouse. Since the club deals with so much, it is necessary to have insurance by having cameras.
“I gotta go, baby,” Dale says and kisses me once more on the lips before leaving.
Chapter Two
Dale
Leaving Cassie after another one of our little bull shit fights is not what I wanted to do. I know that Cassie doesn’t trust me worth a shit and for good reason. I haven’t told her something that is going to end our thing before it even has a chance to grow.
I’ve been with Cass for years but haven’t told her everything. I know that when I do, she’s gonna be pissed and probably kill me. I can’t blame her for it, though. I would be fuckin’ pissed as well if I found out that Cassie was secretly married.
My head begins to swim with thoughts over how bad that would play out if Cassie knew about it. I know that my girl has been wanting me to make our relationship official for the past couple of years but I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. In my mind, I think it would hurt her even more if she found out that would be all we could be.
“Dale!” Cassie shouts out from behind me.
I spin just in enough time to catch her as she jumps into my arms. I grab her below the ass cheeks and let her climb up my body. She wraps herself around me fully and I kiss the fuck out of her mouth. Our tongues duel in the middle of our mouths and my dick thickens in the confines of my jeans. The woman is the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.
Chase shouts at us to stop and I reluctantly drop Cassie from my arms. “I’ll be back to finish this,” I whisper against her lips.
All of the brothers, including Mick, are running out to the front gates to see why a group of bikes is being driven on our property.
“What the fuck?” I yell out as I see the emblems on the side of the bikes.
All fifteen of the bikes have the same emblem on them but I’ve never seen them before. Mick starts cursing under his breath and cocks his gun at the bikes.
“What is goin’ on?” Chase demands as they all stop their bikes in front of the clubhouse. One of the men swings his body off the bike and comes strolling over to Chase with his eyes trained on Mick.
“Mick?” I question.
“I’m sorry, brothers,” he mutters and stands in front of Chase.
Chase snarls his lips and pushes Mick out of the way. “You better start talkin’.”
The random biker is now toe-to-toe with our president and he’s got his knife in his pointed at the president’s neck. We all point our guns at the men to make sure they all go down if it pops off.
“Word on the street you got your brother out of prison,” the person states with vengeance.
“Do we know you?” Chase asks.
The man chuckles. “You don’t. But he does,” he points towards Mick with his knife in his hand. “Did you not tell your president about our deal?”
“What deal?” Chase questions.
Mick’s eyes are widened and he’s sobered up real quick. “Look, pres, I had to make a deal in the joint.”
Without losing focus on the men in front of us, we’re all paying attention to what is being said. Mick has been around for a long time and he knows the importance of keeping the club in the loop. I can’t believe he would do something like this without letting Chase know about it at least.
“You didn’t tell your club about the deal?” The man questions with a glistening in his eyes. “I’m surprised.”
Mick has his gun at the man and he shoots his shot but is pointed at his feet. “Let me be the one who tells him.”
