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“It’s how he went about it,” Luc stated, dropping the kickstand before standing. “Men like Reaper have a one-track mind. When a woman enters the picture, their focus shifts until all they care about is the woman they love, and make no mistake, Reaper loves Remi. However, sometimes a love like theirs can be blinding and, in Reaper’s case, it is.”

“Still don’t see what the big deal is.”

“And you wouldn’t because you’ve never been in love.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

“Me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Shrugging, I headed for the entrance, waving at Hannibal while I walked inside the clubhouse. I hoped no one wanted to talk to me because I needed to pee badly.

Chapter Twenty-One

Luc

“So, how are things going?”

It had been almost a week since I took Ivy out on my bike and introduced her to the Golden Skulls and Remi. Since then, everything has been quiet.

Too fucking quiet.

It was making me nervous.

“You seem agitated.”

Glaring at Logic, I narrowed my eyes. “And you’re not? It’s like fucking Disneyland out there. Everyone is fucking happy, laughing, having a blast.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Fuck yes, it bothers me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not right. It’s like the calm before the storm. I can feel the static brewing, charging itself up, getting ready to rain down hellfire any second. Are you telling me you don’t feel it too?”

Logic sat in his chair and shrugged. “This isn’t about me, but you’re right. We all feel it. Only you seem to be the one voicing any concern, though. What do you think is coming?”

“I have no fucking clue.” I groaned, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. I could handle pretty much anything, as long as I knew the score. But the unknown shit, well, that’s where I got antsy, and everyone fucking knew I hated feeling anxious.

“What is your gut telling you?”

“That it has something to do with this detective showing up today.”

“You think Ivy is lying to you?”

“No. I don’t know,” I bit out, getting to my feet.

Pacing the room, I continued, “Other than that one time in her apartment, she hasn’t mentioned her past. Oh, she has no fucking problem coming to me to scratch her itch, but once it’s sated, she just fucking waltzes out of the room like everything’s perfect in her life. It’s pissing me off.”

Logic leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“Don’t get me wrong. I got no problem fucking that woman any fucking way she wants. Hell, I’d gladly drop my fucking pants right now if she asked me to, but she doesn’t talk. I thought fucking her into submission would open her up, make her feel more protected, but it hasn’t done shit.”

“You know it takes two to have a conversation, right? Have you tried opening up to her?”

“This isn’t about me.”

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