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“Yeah?” I answer gruffly.

“We got him,” Ghost says on the other end.

I rub my face. “You got him?” I ask.

“He’s staying at the Full Moon motel, room 28. Beast is watching the room now. No one has left all night. He’s in there sleeping. No fucking idea what’s about to come his fucking way,” Ghost sings happily.

“Okay, give me 20 minutes and I will meet you at the club,” I say before disconnecting.

I look down at Nova, stroking her hair back from her face. “Sweetheart,” I say softly.

“No,” she mumbles defiantly.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got to get up,” I tell her.

She doesn’t move. She just snuggles me tighter. “No. I can’t move,” she complains. “It’s your fault. You have literally fucked the life out of me.”

I laugh and roll her onto her back. “If you can still talk, then clearly there is still plenty of life to fuck out of you.”

She opens her eyes, peeking through her lashes. “I’m listening.” She smiles.

I can’t help but laugh. “I would love to, but club business. I’m going to need you to get dressed and stay at the club while we tend to some business,” I tell her.

She groans. “But I’m so comfy here. Can’t you just leave me here? I won’t move from the bed. You can even chain me to it if you really want to,” she begs.

“Now there’s an idea. Leaving you cuffed naked to my bed.” I smile as I take her mouth with mine. “Let me see if I can arrange some prospects to come and keep watch over the house. The place is secure. I have it linked to my phone, should anyone try to come in. I also have this.” I reach over and open the draw, pulling out a small tracker. I hand it to her, and she raises a brow. “Humour me. If the worst should ever fucking happen, I can track you. Please just until we—” I pause.

“Until you’ve killed Dean?” she asks, finishing my sentence.

“Until we have dealt with him,” I correct, knowing full well we will be skinning the motherfucker alive.

“Fine. I will just have to wait here for your return. Can I bake something for you?” she asks.

I smile, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “You can bake whatever you want. If I have anything to bake with, that is,” I state. She rolls her eyes. “What? Don’t give me the eye roll, woman. Queenie got me my kitchen stuff, and she brought a load of food and shit in when I moved in. So, I don’t know what I’ve got in those cupboards.” I shrug.

“Okay, fine, go. I will see what I can do,” she says, shoving at my chest. I get up and grab my jeans and a clean T-shirt. She lays on her side, resting her head in her hand, watching my every move.

“Can you not look at me like that?” I state.

“Like what? I’m just looking,” she argues.

“Sweetheart, you are doing more than fucking looking. You are laying in my bed, with nothing but a sheet covering your body, looking all seductive,” I counter.

“I have no idea what you mean,” she says. Sitting up, she lets the sheet pool in her lap, exposing her full beautiful breasts. “Oops,” she mock gasps.

I growl and after looking down at my cell, I chuck it down on the bed. “Sweetheart, you’ve got precisely 4 minutes,” I state as I pull my T-shirt and jeans back off.

“Is that all? I can’t cum that quickly,” she protests.

I crawl across the bed to her. “Lay back, baby. Challenge fucking accepted.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

SPIDER

“Where the fuckhave you been? You’re fucking twenty minutes late!” Ghost snaps as I walk into the club.

“Sorry, I needed to sort something out before I left,” I state.

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