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“I’m sure that’ll go overrealwell,” Rogue mutters sarcastically, making Creed grin. They’re all finding this way too amusing.

“You act like she’s not going to fight you on this.”

I shrug, meeting Prez’s stare. “When have I ever backed down from a fight before?” At my reply, he shakes his head with a quiet chuckle. He doesn’t think I’ll keep her here, but I will if I want to. And the more they all think I can’t do it, the more it makes me want to. Maybe a few more fucks with her will get her out of my system for good and she can go on her way. We’ll see. This entire situation is confusing.

“Anybody else got shit to talk about? No women chained in our basement you all are trying to marry?” Havoc tosses out and I roll my eyes. One day it’ll be him getting hit upside the head by a female, just wait. I won’t be alone on this and it’s always the stubborn ones that fall the hardest from what I hear. “No one? Alright, business as usual. Let’s get the hell out of here and drink a beer.”

We head to the bar, finding all the prospects standing around like a group of lazy assholes, trying to catch the club slut’s attention. The only one getting eyelashes flickering and invites already is Country. I overheard Twilah Jane and Kitty talking about him having a massive dick and how he wouldn’t fuck them yet, so it was making it more of a challenge for them. It’s another reason why I suppose they haven’t held any of my interest. Knowing they’re fucking everyone else didn’t bother me in the beginning, but now it makes me look at them differently. Not in a bad way or anything, they love what they do and I respect the hell out of that, but it’s not something I’m attracted to. The thought of having a woman who only wants to fuck me and no others turn her head? Yeah, that’s the shit getting me hard rightnow and something tells me none of these guys would sway Blair.

I need to get her back in my bed.

“Yo, prospect,” I order and end up garnering all of their attention. “I’m going to send you a picture of a chick to look for. You need to go to the closest bus stops within fifty miles to the north of us. It can be northeast, northwest, or just fuckin’ north. I have some specific stations and times I’ll send you. There are five of you, so work it out. Over the next two days, I want you to spend all day at one bus stop, then switch to another nearby the second day.”

“What if we find her?” Country quietly asks. Probably wants to know if he should bring his truck to scoop her gorgeous ass up.

“You try to snap a picture of her without her knowing and you send it to me. Then you stay low but follow her. Make sure nothing bad happens to her and wait to hear for my next directions. Got it?” I ask, glancing at all of them. Havoc stands beside me, hands crossed as he stares them down with me. They’re probably silently shitting themselves to have both of our full attention on them all at once.

They nod. Zero asks, “When do we leave?”

“Tonight. You’ll need to be at your first stop at two a.m., and don’t let me find out you fuckers fell asleep during the times I give you, either. Go take a nap or some shit, so you’re ready.”

“Yes, V.P.,” is echoed from each of them as they head for the back room. They dip their heads at each of us in respect on their way. We’ve got a bigger room in the back that we were going to use for a rec room before we went the bar route and had everything up front. Anyway, we let those fuckers sleep back there on some cots. They don’t get rooms like we do; you have to earn them along with our fucking patch. Being a King doesn’t come easy and it damn sure isn’t free, but when you’re in, you are in for the rest of your life with brothers at your back. Not tomention there’s also the protection that comes from it because nobody fucks with a King. The Kings of Carnage brothers do not play and we will run you down in a heartbeat if you come for one of our own.

“She’ll be home in no time,” Creed mentions, as we all take our respective spots at the bar.

I sure as fuck hope so.

Chapter 12

Tyrant

Boy, oh boy, she’s angry. A regular little hellcat, practically hissing and clawing at the poor prospects. As soon as Country told me he had her in his sights, I’d asked for a picture.He sent it and the image stole my breath. There she was, trying to hide under my hat with my sunglasses on. I’d recognize her anywhere after spending as much time with her as I had. She’d tucked her hair up, and it looked a bit ridiculous, but I knew she was doing it for a specific reason. I wish she’d shared what the reason was exactly, but she hadn’t. I’d told him to follow her in his truck, keeping a decent distance away until back up arrived. Then I’d immediately texted the prospects and told them to get their punk asses to Country’s location and help him bring my wife to the club.

I’d received several responses, all with ‘your wife?’but I didn’t say shit in return. I didn’t call her my woman because they wouldn’t have realized the repercussions had they fucked up their orders somehow. By letting them know she’s my wife, I knew they’d get her here at all costs, and it sounds like they have.

“Let me go, right now!” she yells, and I watch as her hands fly at Asphalt. She attempts to shove at him, but she’s so damn short compared to us, considering we’re all tall as fuck, so it’s pretty damn amusing.

“Hey, Sugar,” I greet, striding towards her.

At my voice, she stops her fighting, turning her attention on me. She offers a glare, while I smirk, appraising her from head to toe. “Oh no,” she shakes her head, making my lips twitch into a grin. She definitely feels the same pull I do, and she no doubt is well aware it’s dangerous. We barely know each other, but yet it doesn’t feel that way from spending several days together, alone, and we both already know how electric we can be together.

Her pussy is pure heaven. Her mouth is the sweetest sip I’ve ever had. And her poor, tormented heart makes something flair up inside me, wanting to protect her.

“We need to have a conversation.”

“So you have me kidnapped? Are you insane?”

“I tried to warn you that I’m not a good guy when we met, remember? You didn’t believe me.”

“Unbelievable,” she sighs, letting her shoulders drop. “What is it with me and controlling sociopaths?”

“Excuse me?” I grumble, not keen on her referring to others and lumping me in. There’s no way I’m like any other man she’s had in the past.

“My husband, he’s crazy too. Why do you think I was hitchhiking the day you found me on the side of the highway. I was trying to get out of town.”

“I’m your husband,” I grind out, suddenly feeling insanely possessive over her.

She nods. “Yeah, well, I’m already married. Surprise. See why I left without saying good morning the other day? It would’ve been complicated.”

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