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“Is that what men do? Name their penis?” I ask and Rubble coughs a laugh.

“No, Only yours truly. Vlad the Impaler.” Khan gesture to his now-covered penis. “It seemed fitting because he is such a beast.” He shrugs.

I sit and can’t help the giggle that escapes me. He stops and raises his eyebrow. “Why are you laughing, beautiful?”

“Sometimes I do not get your weird ways. It makes me laugh.”

Rubble smirks. Khan turns to him. “Why the fuck you laughing? And why are you still in my goddamn room?”

“Pres told me to get you and drag your ass to church, so that’s what I'm doing,” he defends.

Khan huffs, chucking on his jeans and a T-shirt before placing a kiss on my lips. “Don’t move, stay in bed just like you are now. I'm still hungry.” He winks, before him and Rubble leave.

I look to the toast. If he's still hungry, I shall have to get out of bed and make him some more toast.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Khan

“Why the fuck is Pres calling church now? I didn’t think we were hitting the cult for another two weeks?” I ask Rubble.

“I don’t know, he didn’t give me any details, just said to get your ass and bring you to church. I'm just the messenger,” Rubble defends.

We enter the room, and all the brothers are sat around the table, waiting. I take my seat next to Pres and Rubble stands off to the side.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Rip grumbles.

He lights a cigarette. “Oh shit, what’s fucking happened now?” I sigh.

He chucks a package on the table. I reach for it and look inside and pull out some photos. “You're kidding me?” I snap, looking at the pictures.

“I wish I were,” he growls.

They are pictures of Maddie, Firecracker’s daughter. “Fuckers,” I growl.

“Read the note.” I pull out the note.

Do not let your guard down; I would hate for something bad to happen to such a beautiful little girl.

I look to Hitman. That’s his old lady’s daughter, and he looks ready for blood right now. “Are they safe?” I ask.

“Yeah, got them on lock down here. Means bringing in everyone else on lockdown too. I'm going to speak to Dreads, we need to hit them sooner, I won’t risk our families lives,” Rip states. We all nod in agreement.

“One thing first, Rubble is back, and we all need to vote him back in. All those in favour of having our brother back with us say aye,” Rip calls.

“Aye!” we all yell.

“Well then, welcome back, brother.” Rip smiles. “Oh, and one more thing, if we get in there sooner, you ain’t coming,” he states, pointing at me.

“What the fuck? I am,” I argue back.

“No you're fucking not, you're not well enough. I will not risk you fucking dying. We will get the ones that you want to make pay and bring them back to the warehouse for you to kill them.” He shrugs.

I shake my head. “I'm fucking going and you ain’t stopping me. I am fine. If it was any of your old ladies, you’d be exactly the fucking same.”

The brothers around the table grunt in agreement. Hitman pipes up. “I don’t give a fuck if you want to come along or not. I want to go after them now. They threatened my family and that doesn’t sit too well with me.”

Rip nods, his jaw ticking. Wheels––Rip’s old man––pipes up. “Son, there has been enough bloodshed to this club, and we all want payback for that. There isn’t any way you're going to convince these bastards otherwise. Not to mention the women are going to be going tits at having to go into lockdown again, and let’s face it, I don’t think there’s enough tequila to keep them going.” He snorts to himself.

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