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The thought of a future like that, going years with the knowledge her partner cheated, repelled her to her bones. It also made her realize that she didn’t love Abel quite as much as she thought she had.

“Let me clean up the kitchen and then I’ll go shower and get dressed.”

Livia hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” she whispered, hugging her back.

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Her first glimpse of the Death Riders clubhouse impressed her. It was large, with two stories, sitting back from the road on a huge piece of land. A wall surrounded it dotted with warnings to keep out. Next to the house were several large garages and barns. Many, many motorcycles were parked all around. Several kids and adults were playing touch football, running back and forth. Several women were setting up food on the picnic tables. It was very much a family setting, despite all the fierce-looking tattooed bikers.

Livia took her hand and led her over to the women.

“Leia, this is my friend Adira.”

The beautiful, long-haired woman holding a baby in her arms smiled. “Welcome, Adira. This is Chase, Sidonie, and Vivi. And this little guy is Leo.”

As she pointed to each woman, they gave a little wave. Adira’s heart melted when she glimpsed the soft downy hair of the baby.

“He’s beautiful,” she said.

Leia beamed. “My husband, Brim, is out running some errands. He’ll be back later. Do you want something to eat?”

“We just had some late-morning pancakes, but thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?” Adira asked.

“I think everything is set up,” Chase answered. “Just kick back and relax.”

For the rest of the afternoon Adira mingled with the other women, listening and laughing. By late afternoon, she decided to get back to Livia’s home to prepare for the interview tomorrow. Her friend told her to drive herself, since she was spending the night with Courtney. She hugged Leia, Chase, Sidonie, and Vivi before waving at the other women.

Driving back, a sense of peace came over her. Everything felt right, as if she’d finally found solid ground.

Chapter Five

The next morning, Ares headed downstairs to the kitchen. Someone had brewed coffee, so he grabbed a mug and filled it up. Steam released and he blew on it before drinking. The much-needed caffeine helped chase away the cobwebs of sleep. A moment later, Hunter came in searching for his own cup of joe.

“You’re up early,” he grunted.

“I’ve got interviews.” He finished his coffee and placed the cup in the sink. “Wish me luck.”

Hunter held up his first two fingers twisted together.

Ares roared out of the club’s lot toward The Pussy Willow. He was expecting more of the same crappy selection of girls. He set up a table to conduct interviews, and as he waited for the applicants to show up, he started taking the upturned chairs off tables. The strip club opened at noon for the lunch crowd who wanted to see naked women shaking their tits while they ate.

His cook came in, giving a wave as he headed into the kitchen to prep for the day. A few minutes after that, the first of the applicants arrived. He took resumes from the few women who brought one, but mostly relied on the notes he took. Name, phone number, and a big yay or nay printed at the top. All of them were nay. By the time noon came around, he was fed up. All the women batted their eyes and pushed out her boobs, hoping to get his attention. And yeah, The Pussy Willow was a strip club where naked women were the name of the game, but he didn’t want the women trying to get his attention. They needed to focus on the clientele.

As he cleaned up the interview table, the door opened and a young woman entered, hovering in the doorway. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back. Big blue eyes looked around, wide-eyed and innocent. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, and had no makeup on her face. And she didn’t need it because she was fucking gorgeous. His dick also noticed, very interested in what she was doing here.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“I … um, well, I was here to apply for the job.”

Her voice was soft. Melodic. He bet she’d scream beautifully with pleasure, and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. Wanted her to cry out his name when she came. She looked like a fucking angel with a body made to sin. Narrow waist, long legs. Tits more than a handful. He really wanted to get her naked and under him.

“Certainly,” he said, smiling. Hoping to relax her. “I’m Ares. I own The Pussy Willow.”

She gave a self-conscious wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adira. Am I too late for an interview?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. How did you hear about the job?”

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