Page 89 of Suspicious

Haven huffs, then slides her gun behind her into her leatherpants. “Well… Iguessthat was the right answer.”

Alpha shakes his head with a bright smile. “Fuck you!”

Haven chuckles, waggling her brows. “What? Here? In front of everyone? I didn’t think you had it in you, baby, but… if you insist!” She starts moving to the buttons on her shirt.

Alpha groans and grips her wrists, his eyes meeting hers. “You’re gonna kill me before we even get the chance to walk down the aisle. You know that?”

Haven giggles, bringing her hand to his face and gently slaps him. “I mean… technically, I still haven’t carried out my kill order on you, so perhaps I should carry that out any day now. Can you handle the pressure?” she teases.

He moves in closer to her. “That smart mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Little Lamb.”

Haven waggles her brows. “I’m counting on it.”

Bea slides closer to me, a bright smile on her face, and leans in against my ear. “Those two haveseriouschemistry,” she whispers.

I slide my arm around her, holding her tighter, and press my lips to her ear. “Do I need to remind you of the Chapel? Or my den, or hell… even the shower? We haveseriouschemistry, too, baby.”

Her thighs instantly clench, and I know her mind has gone back to those places. It’s clear that Alpha and Haven are meant for each other. There’s never been any doubt in that, but we’ve been destined since we were kids.

And that chemistry cannotbe denied.

She glances up at me through her long, thick lashes. She’s fucking sexy. “The things I want to do to you right now.”

My cock jerks in my jeans.

Hayes pulls the van to an abrupt stop. “We’re here!” he calls out from the front.

Turning back to Bea, I gently caress her cheek and whisper,“We do this, then we go home, and I’m all yours. And, Sparkle… you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

Her eyes widen in delight while everyone else stands to exit the van. Hayes opens the back doors, letting the ominous glow of the moonlight shine inside.

“Thank fuck we’re here. Between Pres and the VP, I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it here in time before an all-in orgy broke out in the back of this van.” Ink laughs as he hops down, followed by Montana, Maverick, South, Dutch, and Rip.

Alpha and Haven are the next to exit, and then Bea and I are the last. I already see Bea’s muscles tensing as she glances up at the thirty-room, three-story Second Empire-Italianate Victorian mansion. This place is fucking ancient-looking. It makes me think ofAmerican Horror Story, and I can’t help imagining Tate Langdon walking out the front door with his scary fucking face painted like a skeleton.

As we all gather around in a group, the warm summer air flows freely around us while South and Dutch take up their positions to check for security. We’re back a little from the entry, so we don’t draw attention to ourselves straight away.

The night air is thick with tension as I glance at the others, their faces hard, eyes glinting with the same resolve that pounds in my chest.

We move forward, our boots hitting the pavement with purpose. The huge, historic mansion looms ahead, lit by cold, artificial light, its pristine façade hiding the truth we’re here to uncover.

The governor’s got answers we desperately need.

And tonight, we’re getting them—no matter what.

As we approach the gate, the first line of security steps into view. Two guards, dressed in black, hands instantly on their weapons. They think they’re tough, but they don’t know what they are about to get themselves into.

One of the guards steps forward, his shoulders puffed out, brows furrowed. “You can’t be here. This is private property. Turn around and drive away.Now!”

I smirk, the shadows playing across my face as I move closer. “We’re not asking permission.”

The other guard shifts uneasily, his eyes flicking to my brothers behind me. We outnumber them, two to eleven, and with how both of them start to rush their breathing, they know it. But that doesn’t stop them from trying to play the hero.

The first guard reaches for his radio, but he’s not fast enough. South grabs his wrist, squeezing until the guard’s face pales, the radio dropping uselessly, cracking to pieces on its collision with the ground.

“We’re just here to talk,” South states, his voice low but with a clear edge of danger. “But… if you want to make this shit hard, then by all means, go right ahead and do something stupid.”

The second guard hesitates, then slowly raises his hands, signaling his surrender.

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