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“What are you doing?”

“Makin’ you horny.”

“Van, come on. You’re drunk.”

“And I can still fuck, baby. My cock still works, just touch it,” I tell her. To my surprise, she reaches over and rests her hand on top of it, and it jerks from her touch.

“You want me, Chy? Tell me you want me.” I’ll beg her in my drunken state. I’ll beg for her.

“Van,” she whispers my name, and I know she does. She doesn’t need to say it. She just needs to feel. And I’ll make her feel.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Chy. I’m gonna eat your pussy, and lick your clit. I’m slowly gonna put my cock inside of you before pulling it free and makin’ you beg for it.”

“Jesus, Van,” Pike snaps at me as I chuckle.

“What? You jealous?”

“Hell no, but I don’t need to hear this shit either, you drunk bastard,” he adds. I chuckle before resting my head back on Chyanne’s shoulder for the rest of the ride.

My eyes are heavy as I let them fall closed. And I can see it. I can see myself the way she did. I cut the club tattoo right off his arm before pulling the trigger and shooting him in the head. I felt nothing. Not a damn thing.

She must hate me. She must hate what she heard, what she saw. I don’t know how to explain it to her either. I don’t know what to say. It had to be done, and I had to do it. There was no way around that.

“I like you a lot, Chy,” I mumble under my breath. I don’t know if she heard me until I hear her respond.

“I like you too, Van.”

Chapter 12

Chyanne

We pull up at the clubhouse, and the guys pull a drunken Van out of the truck before hauling him inside.

“Where do you want him?” Pike asks me.

“He’s gonna wake up lookin’ for you,” Mask adds. I sigh.

“Just put him in my room,” I tell them. They nod and haul him down the hall toward my room as I follow behind them. Nicole stops me, tugging on my arm.

“Is he okay?”

“Just drunk. He’ll be fine.”

“You okay?” she asks this time. I nod my head, not sure what I feel right now. I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t sign up to find a man here or one who kills people at that. Van calls to me for some reason I haven’t figured out yet.

I smile at Nic before walking into my room as the guys pull his boots off and toss them on the floor.

“I could fuckin’ sing again,” Van yells at the top of his lungs.

“Yeah, I don’t think you should do that. It’s time to be quiet, brother.”

“Why? The baby isn’t here yet,” he slurs, causing me to smile.

“He still sleeps,” I remind him. His head turns, and he looks at me, a smile crossing his face.

“You’re still here,” he says.

“Where would I go?”

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