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“Don’t see how. Bitch is here every fucking night, rain or shine.”

“Yep, and she’s not giving up the goods. Logic believes she’s some sleeper assassin sent to take us all out.”

I groaned.

Logic believed everyone was an assassin.

That was nothing new.

“Why is he trying to read her?”

“Who the fuck knows?” Frost said, removing a thumb drive from my computer and getting to his feet. He said nothing more when he left my office, shutting the door behind him.

Closing my eyes, I didn’t plan on moving until later tonight.

Chapter Nine

Luc

I sat in the shadows, sipping on my whiskey, with the sounds of music and lively conversations filling the air, blending with the aroma of alcohol. The speakers blared out the music. The volume turned up to the max while I took in the room. The bartender immediately caught my attention, as her laughter echoed through the space in response to Gunny’s words, creating a lively atmosphere.

Ever since that night when I discovered her watching me fuck Pixie outside against the picnic table, the woman has been actively avoiding any eye contact with me. In fact, she’d been keeping her head down, minding her Ps and Qs.

Which, if I wasn’t mistaken, was against her nature.

Never pegged the woman as the polite, silent type.

Nope, the woman exuded an aura of mischief and danger, and I just fucking knew she was going to be the biggest pain in my ass.

And what a fine ass too.

I wasn’t fucking blind.

The woman had a body for fucking and a mouth for sucking. I’d already thought of a hundred different ways to bend her to my will, as I shoved my cock in every hole she had. Since that night outside, the crazy bitch has been all I could think about. I wanted her tied to my bed, handcuffed to my desk, on her knees, ass in the air, mouth open wide. I wanted to spank that ass of hers until it glowed red hot under my touch. I wanted to break her until all she saw was me.

There was darkness in her that called to me. Like a moth to a flame, she was the first person I looked for and the last person I thought about. Somehow, she’d achieved the impossible.

She’d done what no other had ever been able to do.

She’d captured my full attention.

Maybe Logic saw her darkness too and that was why she was now on his radar. Problem was that the woman was good at hiding her shit.

She deflected like a pro.

And she handled herself well, almost like she was born to club life. Nothing fazed her. Not the brothers, the club whores, nothing. Would have thought she’d have run screaming for the hills, after killing that Los Santana, but the crazy bitch held her own and showed up the next day as if nothing was wrong. She didn’t freak when she saw me treat Pixie like a whore. Instead, she sat there in the shadows and watched me like a hawk while I took what Pixie offered. I saw her desire, the need for her own release, and when I stood and shot my cum toward her, the crazy bitch sat there, holding my gaze, challenging me.

Knew she was trouble, and I was right.

Her laughter rang out again, and I frowned.

She was being a little too fucking friendly with Gunny for my tastes. Gunny was a good guy. A veteran, like the rest of my brothers, who quickly became a staple here and found himself at home in my club. On the nights Gunny had a little too much to drink, Ivy knew to escort him to one of the spare rooms we reserved just for veterans. I wasn’t running a hospitality service, but a veteran would always have a home with me.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention while I watched Logic move out of the shadows, and wherever Logic was, I knew Indigo wasn’t far behind.

Looking for what spooked my brother, I frowned when the college fucknut from last week walked into my club with his buddies. The ringleader leered at Anne as she served drinks as fast as the club patrons asked for them. The girl was quick on her feet and knew what the fuck she was doing.

In that regard, I had no doubt.

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