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Ziggy rolls his eyes. “You can’t still be hung up on the guys finding out your sexual preferences, are you?”

“What I prefer in the bedroom is my business, Zig.”

As much as I love my MC brothers, I’m not sure how they’ll receive the news. I can handle ribbing. But let’s face it. Guys can be dicks, especially with sexual topics they have no clue about.

Submitting to a woman is not something they’ll be able to grasp without a lot of intrusive questioning. If, by some miracle, Candy becomes my old lady, I don’t want her on the receiving end of their jokes or questions. She’s dealt with enough bullshit from men—she doesn’t need the crew falling into the same category as those pricks who abused and shamed her.

Nu-uh. Not on my watch.

As if he can read my mind, Ziggy says, “The crew won’t give a shit if you like being tied down and spanked, Butch. I’m a gay biker, playing house with Jared, and no one says shit to me. They don’t care as long as you’re happy. This isn’t like how it was when we served as SEALs. This is our family. And we accept our family as is.”

“Zig, I swear to hell below, if you don’t lower your voice?—”

“You’ll what? Make me? Better get the order from Candy first,” he taunts.

While I’m imagining strangling Ziggy’s neck, I nearly jump out of my seat when a hand slaps down on my desk. My eyes widen, seeing Chase stand over me.

His smile is feral, showing all this pearly whites and lip ring. “Suit up. We’re going hunting.”

I feel my own lips pull across my face into a tight grin.

Chase and I may work intel together, but we aren’t mission partners. Like Ziggy and I are a duo, Chase and Punk—head of security in the MC—are a similar duo.

The two of us teaming up can only mean one thing.

We found Lucky Luca.

Chase has his reasons to end the fucker as much as I do. He’s gunning for Simone, and she had a rough encounter with Luca once, just not to the same degree as my sweet Candy.

In fact, Chase must have been on the phone with a tipster. It explains why Chase was too immersed in the conversation to pay any mind to my and Ziggy’s conversation.

My guess is, it’s someone from the Hell’s Horsemen MC out in Pueblo, Colorado, wanting to claim the ten-thousand-dollar bounty I put out on the former mafia prick. I have the cash—one perk of working as a mercenary. Dropping a cool ten grand means nothing to me if it gets results. And money has a way of getting those results fast.

I check my text messages as I leave the souped-up intel cave, heading downstairs to our locker room to get geared up for the mission. Sure enough, there’s a new message from Hawk—the Hell’s Horsemen enforcer.

Pay up.

With a smirk on my face, I transfer the money through an overseas account to Hawk. Best investment I ever made, especially when I know the private bank can never trace the funds back to me or this club. I may not be the hacker Chase is, but I’ve certainly picked up a few tricks from silently observing him.

Eager to get my hands on Luca, I hurry to the basement, whistling Blondie’s One Way or Another.

CHAPTER FIVE

BUTCH

With a black marker, I cross off the top name on a short list of fuckers who’ll burn for hurting my Candy.

One down. Two to go.

After Candy confided in me who’d harmed her, I wrote down their names on a sticky note. The list is stuck to the mirror above my dresser, a reminder of the vow I made to Candy a week earlier in the closet underneath the back staircase.

Lucky Luca took a little time tracking down. Thanks to the Hell’s Horsemen enforcer, we got a firsthand sighting of the weasel trying to sneak by FBI authorities at the state border.

Finally, I got revenge for Candy.

I would’ve preferred to get my hands dirty alone, but that’s not how the Mercy Ravens operate. Brothers never let brothers ride alone, on the road or on a mission. Chase made a promise to his woman, like I did mine. The fucker would die by our hands.

Either of us could have claimed the kill shot. We both wanted justice for our women. I’m not much for talking, but my MC brother is good at reading people. Chase didn’t need me to say I needed to be the one to do it. He just knew.

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