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“Rafe?” My name on her breathy exhale did things to me that would ensure my soul would burn in hell.

“You’re my niece,” I mumbled with nothing else to say and set her at arms’ length.

Adelina whipped her arm from my grasp and then stomped inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Shit,” I muttered again then ran after her, terrified of what she would do next.

Would she call and tell Massimo? I had to stop her before she did that. Or maybe she would tell Sas and the MC? Someone would have my dick on a stick and over a pyre for kissing my own goddamn niece. If not the motorcycle club, then surely my brother.

Her father.

“Fuck me!”

When I burst in, Adelina was bent over a table in the common room of the clubhouse between Graff and Sas as they drank beers. I halted, my feet glued to the floor, and all three of them stopped to look at me.

Suddenly, she turned to Graff and touched her cheek with her pointer finger. She smiled, and it looked so... natural.Then, my niece lifted those dark brown eyes to meet mine, and it slipped into a devious smirk.

Graff said something to Sas, who shrugged and then took a swig of beer. Sas peeled up, not giving his future bride the time of day. Without a word, he marched toward the back of the clubhouse, in the same direction Adelina had followed him the day before.

Did the man really not understand the prize he had sitting in front of him?

Next thing I knew, Graff leaned in to kiss Adelina on the cheek. A red blush covered her face at the same time I felt mine combust too.

Chapter Twenty-One

SAS

Standingat the head of the table, I called the men—and single woman—to order. Wilde was off to the side bent with Bou. After our last meeting, he’d called me off to the side to read me the riot act. Told me that if I couldn’t get this little mess under control, he’d have to “shake things up.”

Last time Wilde had shaken things up was right after the last Prez, Cain died. The club was in chaos, and no one had been in charge. Brothers died in some intra-club fights for who would be the next Prez. Then, Wilde just moved his shit into Cain’s old rooms and offed the VP, Scorpion, when he’d tried to object.

Duchess, Cain’s widow, stood up for him, saying that it’s what her old man would’ve wanted.

Wilde made Angel his second, Beans, and the Warden joined our ranks, and we’ve been pretty chill since then. Well, except for the shit with Wilde’s father and the Gambinos.

We had bigger shit to deal with today. But the bee buzzing around in my cut was that we now had a woman at church, and Wilde made it ultra clear I had to accept that shit too. Since I’d been with Diablo, Duchess had been the club caretaker. She fussed over all the members and prospects, but I hesitated tocall her the club mom, because after she got over Cain’s death, she was also the queen of the bunnies. Although she fucked in private, one-on-one.

Didn’t matter, though. If Wilde had his bitch under control, it was none of my business.

The guys quieted down, and Wilde gave me a curt nod. I clapped my hands rubbing them together to feel the heat building.

“Calm your tits, brothers,” I said, eyeing Bou.

She stared me down, not seeming concerned that I’d intentionally excluded her. I hadn’t been there when the others in Diablo had ridden out to help Wilde rescue her and the big red fucker, Celt, but she’d apparently shown her balls then. And again, when the cartel had raided her shop. Perhaps she was brother-material after all?

The last of the patched members settled into their spots, including Rafe.

The last thing I needed was a Parisi at this meeting, but Prez put a nail in that coffin too.

In the back yard, when I’d told him to send Rafe back to the Don, Wilde had pulled his gun and shoved the muzzle in my balls, then asked, while not really asking, “You questioning my decisions,Veep?”

His reaction festered under my skin, but I had to deal. After last night, I at least thought Adelina could keep her mouth shut. I wasn’t so sure about her uncle.

“We gotta keep this quick and moving,” I said. “The real estate is gonna take more time than we would like, but we did hit the jackpot at the warehouse. The Gambinos didn’t do a good enough job of blowing shit up as they thought. We dug some of the ultra-pure shit out of the hole.”

“How pure?” asked Wilde.

“Not cut at all, right Rafe?”

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