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“Good,” he grinds out.

A few minutes later, I have gathered the men, and we all meet up in the conference room. We only have to wait for Atomic to get started, and when he finally arrives, I find it comical that all of us have a list a mile long for ways we would like to fuck with the Southern Mafia.

It is a plentiful list, and by the time we end the meeting, we’ve come up with a plan. It’s also time for Kyle to get off work. We’ve been so focused on this shit I didn’t even realize that we’d been locked in this room for hours on end.

Leaving the group, I ride straight to Sal’s Bar, and thankfully, the doors aren’t locked yet, and I’m able to step right inside. I see Bren with her arms outstretched and her fingers grasping Kyle’s shoulder.

Her gaze finds mine, and I jerk my chin. Kyle says something to Bren, and a few seconds later, Kyle is at my side. Reaching out, I slide my arm around her waist at the same time. I lower my face and touch my mouth to hers.

“Let’s go back to your place," I murmur against her lips.

Her body melts against mine. “Okay.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

KYLE

This man makes me feel,without a doubt,giddy. I have never had these feelings before, not even when I was sixteen years old and met Xavier for the first time. I was an idiot teenager, and yet, I did not have the same sparkling sensations as I do right now with Rider.

I think about jumping on his bike and riding away with him, but I know I need my car for tomorrow. Rider walks me out to my car and stops at the side before he shifts me around. My back is pressed against the door, and I watch as he dips his chin slightly.

Rider’s lips touch mine, brush my own, and then he speaks against my mouth. “I’ll see you at the motel, yeah?”

They aren’t the most romantic words in the world, but I really like them. So, I answer him. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He releases me and takes a step backward, and then another. I watch as he straddles his machine. I open the car door and let out a sigh as I sink down in the front seat. Shoving my key in the ignition, I turn it before the engine roars to life.

Instead of Rider following me tonight, I follow him. I watch as he moves through traffic, and although it appears scary as hell, he has no issues splitting lanes and being an absolute menace.

Pulling up to the motel, I park in my usual spot and turn the engine off. I reach out, wrap my fingers around the handle, and gently tug it open, then unfold from the seat and make my way toward the room and unlock it.

“I’m going to be out of pocket for a little bit,” Rider states. “Just a few days, nothing crazy.”

We step into the room, and as I lock the door behind us, I can’t help but think about him being gone for days, especially after that break-in. I don’t want him to be gone at all, let alone for days. My heart slams against my rib cage, threatening to burst out and land on the floor in front of me.

“Where are you going?” I demand.

My voice comes out just as panicked and terrified as I feel. He stares at me. His brows snap together as he watches me in what I can only guess is confusion. We don’t know one another at all. He has no clue why I’m panicked, and I can only assume that right now, he’s wondering why he’s here at all.

But then something in his expression shifts. He takes half a step toward me, then another before he stops. He’s standing directly in front of me, his eyes focused on mine, and he dips his chin slightly.

He misreads me, and I’m glad for it. I know it because his next words are… playful. It’s not what I expect at all.

“Are you going to miss me already, baby?” he asks, his tone sugary sweet.

“Yes,” I exhale.

It’s not a lie.

I am going to miss him and all the beautiful things he does to me in bed, but I’m mostly going to miss the security andsafety that his presence brings. He lifts his hand, his index finger extending as it touches just beneath my chin.

“It’s just a few days, Kyle,” he murmurs, shifting his face forward before he touches his lips to mine.

As soon as his tongue slips into my mouth, all thoughts of him leaving vanish. All I can think about is his mouth on mine and his hands everywhere. His body pressed against my own—inside of my own.

I want it all, and I want it right now.

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