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“You’re rambling, Alex.” She chuckled.

Exhaling, I shrugged. “The drive-in is playing it tonight. I thought we could sneak in and watch it. Hence why I got you your fav snack.”

She reached for her coat, slid on her shoes, and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her window. “You know, AlexGrimes, for a guy who says he doesn’t do romance, you sure are trying to fool me.”

I snorted, slapped her ass, and helped her out of the window. As I drove us to the drive-in, she sucked on those damn sour candies like she always did, pulling the cutest face every time she ate one. Her face crinkled like it was the worst thing she had ever eaten, but somehow, she loved them.

It was the best thing to witness.

I lived for it.

I lived for her.

Pulling up at the back of the drive-in, I yanked out the walkies that my brother Jason had been able to connect to the frequency of the theater. He was always great at tech shit like that. So I tuned into the movie and spent the entire time watching Bea, enjoying the movie she was so desperate to see. I didn’t care that it was a chick flick. All I cared about was making her happy.

And that made me happy.

She sucked on her last sour candy, trying to flick the box to see if there were any more. “Dammit, I’m all out,” she whimpered.

I grinned, reaching across her, and flipped open the glove compartment to reveal another couple of boxes.

Her head snapped back to look at me, and her smile lit up the entire night sky. “I swear, Alex, you are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m bribing you with candy.”

Her smile turned sincere, but she leaned across the seat, her hand gently stroking my cheek as she stared into my eyes. “I mean it, Alex… I don’t know what I would do without you. I… I love you.”

“Loki, what do you think?” Alpha asks, gaining my attention. My eyes snapped to him, pulling me from the memory of when Bea first told me she loved me. My heart races as I stare at my president, trying to steady my breathing. He tilts his head like he’s waiting for me to answer.

“Sorry… what?” I reply, because I have absolutely no clue what they were talking about.

He narrows his eyes but continues, “Are you on board with the plan?”

I have no fucking clue what the plan is.Time to wing it.“Yeah, sure,” I reply, hoping that’s the right answer.

Alpha smirks, turning his attention to Montana. “You happy for it to go down this way?”

Montana smiles, nodding his head. “Fuck yeah! More than happy, Pres. This is a far better punishment for Atlas for hurting my girl than what I could haveeverdreamed of.”

My ears prick up because I know I have obviously missed vital information about Alpha’s plans for Atlas and how we’re going to punish him. But I figure Alpha will loop me in soon enough.

“Okay, let’s get the ball rolling,” Alpha states, bangs his gavel on the table, and the guys all stand.

Shit, I literally missed the whole damn thing.

I follow after everyone else as they all start walking out of the Chapel and down the stairs. I have no damn idea what we’re doing, so I decide to pretend like I know what’s going on. The guys head out toward the farm, so I keep step behind them, with no clue what’s about to happen.

We make our way toward the pigsty. Nacho, Taco, Fajita, and Salsa are roaming about, playing in the mud as all of us step up to the side of their enclosure. Alpha urges Montana to move forward, and he does while Ink walks out from the back of the enclosure with Atlas, ushering him through the pigsty.

He’s pale, clearly weak from his three weeks held hostage hereat the clubhouse.

The wait for him must have been mentally taxing.

And that’s been the entire point.

To keep him sitting, waiting, guessing what will be his punishment for wronging the club and its members.

He hurt one of our women. Drugged her, branded her as his own, and threatened Montana’s mother as well.

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