Page 7 of Filthy Secret

Our club has been focused on picking up shipments at the warehouses in town with semitrucks and taking them to their drop-off locations, along with the extra shit that’s in those shipments. It’s been exactly what we needed as part of our diversification project.

I never imagined that my club would be as fruitful as it is and that the Dark Horse MC would be a major player in the MC world, but it is. Without a doubt, the men who started this club had no idea it would become what it is right now.

Glancing around my office, I lean back in my chair and let out a chuckle. My world is better than I could have ever imagined, and yet, something is missing. This is comical to me because I know exactly what that something is, and it was here just a few weeks ago.

It’s something that has a name and legs for days.

Legs.

Fucking legs.

My goddamn downfall, especially the legs that belong to that fucking woman.

My office door flies open, and I jump, not expecting it to happen. The clubhouse is quiet. It’s late… or rather early in the morning. All the people who were partying have since passed out or are in the middle of fucking someone, so I’ve been enjoying the quiet as I go over paperwork because fuck knows, I can’t get anything done during the daylight in this place.

King and Gnaw march into the room, and King slams the door behind him, though at least he doesn’t flip the lock into place, so I don’t think it’s all that serious. Staying in my seat, leaning back in my chair, I watch them and wait for whatever the fuck it is they have to say.

“When we went to the pickup site, there was someone there. He didn’t say anything to us, just watched us, but it gave me the goddamn creeps,” King announces.

Frowning, I sit up a bit straighter, my interest piqued. “Was he wearing any colors?” I demand.

Gnaw shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket. I don’t know who the fuck he is. Never seen him before, and he didn’t look like a normal Pineville resident.”

I rub my chin for a moment, trying to think of who could be watching us, but I got no fucking clue. Unless it’s a cop. Fuck. Are we on their radar already? I’ve paid off the people I can and done what preventive measures I’m able, but I’m under no assumption that it means we are protected from being thrown in jail. We aren’t.

“He didn’t say anything,” King states. “Just stared at us, smirked, then left.”

“Did he look like a cop?” I ask.

Gnaw’s brows rise, lifting high. “How do undercover cops look?” he asks.

“Fuck if I know,” I grunt.

The three of us chuckle because, seriously, I don’t know how the fuck they look, and since he didn’t talk, there was no way to guess by his speech, although I doubt we would have been able to anyway.

“We have three more loads to pick up before the end of the week. We have to meet the schedule with the actual merchandise, and ours as well, or we’re going to be fucked,” King says.

He’s right. We do. We have a lot of fucking shit to do and not a lot of time to try and hide from whoever the fuck this is. I stand and place my palms on my desk.

“I’ll do the next load,” I say. “Now that we know there’s someone watching us, we can be on alert.”

“Agreed,” King mutters. “It was the weirdest shit ever.”

“But the rest of the job went off without a hitch?” I ask.

He jerks his chin toward me while Gnaw hums his confirmation. What a fucking weird night. “Let’s get a drink, forget this shit happened,” I say.

“Would love to,” King states. “But I got a knocked-up woman at home I would personally like to fuck before she gets up to bake cupcakes and shit.”

Laughing, I lift my hand and wave him away. “See you later,” I call out as he leaves the room.

He doesn’t even stop to respond. He is fucking gone, a ghost, and it makes me laugh. He is so in love with his woman. I would make fun of him, but the truth is that I’m jealous as fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever not be jealous of him and what he’s found with Shawn.

Shifting my attention from the retreating King, I look over to Gnaw. “What about you?”

He chuckles. “I don’t have anywhere to be. Let’s get a drink.”

Together, we walk out of my office, and I lock the door behind me, though I don’t know why. I trust my men, but after the shit with Poison, the fact that she was here as a goddamn whore spy sent by the Nomad Kings MC, I’ve decided to keep things under lock and key a bit tighter.

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