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“She’s probably scared out of her wits, Pres,” he argues. “She’ll talk. Give her a chance to process.”

“And then what?” I snap. “She processes, and we let her go off into the sunset?”

“Maybe,” he says, shrugging.

“Bullshit,” I snap. “She saw me kill a man. I ain’t risking her getting out of here and talking.”

“Then you should’ve checked the coast was clear,” says Coop. “At least let me talk to her.”

“And let her see another brother?” asks Axel. “No way.”

“All I’m saying is, she might be innocent in all this. She’s young. We might be able to scare her into keeping her mouth shut.”

“No,” snaps Axel. “She dies,” he adds, making the final decision.

“Pres,” Coop mutters, sighing, “we gotta vote on that shit.”

“Not when it’s for the good of the club. I can’t put that decision on you guys,” he says. “It’s on my head.”

“I think Coop’s right,” adds Fletch. “We should at least find out her story. Coop is good at talking to women. Let him try.”

Axel groans. “Fine, but she can’t stay here. If Lexi or any of the women see her, they’ll do that chick shit they do, and before we know it, she’ll be part of the club.” A few of the men snigger. “Pit, you got a place she can stay?”

“Are you serious?” I snap. “She witnessed me kill, and now, I’ve got to put her up like I’m an Airbnb?” It raises a few more sniggers.

“Well, Coop is right. You didn’t check the warehouse, so this is partly your fault.”

I roll my eyes and push to stand. “Great. And how long am I keeping her around?”

“I’ll send Coop over tomorrow to chat with her. Keep her alive until then,” Axel orders.

I pull the door open. “I ain’t making no promises.”

I go into Axel’s office, where the girl is still sitting after I dumped her on the couch. Her eyes widen when I force her to stand. I had taped her mouth, even though she made no attempts to talk. I throw her back over my shoulder and head for the exit. As we pass a prospect, I nod for him to follow me out.

Dumping her back on her feet by my bike, I pull out a flick knife. She flinches, and I smirk before cutting away the tape from her ankles. “I’m gonna sit you on my bike,” I tell her, tipping her chin back so we’re making eye contact. “Then my prospect here is gonna tape your hands around me. You cause me any problems, I’ll end you right here.” She gives a nod.

I throw my leg over the bike then lift her and place her on the front, facing me. I position her legs over my thighs, pulling her close enough that no one can see her underwear. I cut her hands free and force them around my waist, pressing her face to my chest, then Smoke proceeds to tape her hands behind me. With my kutte in place, no one can see that she’s bound. The prospect hands me my spare helmet, and I push it on her head and slide the visor down. “I hope you like dogs,” I mutter, starting the engine before pushing my own helmet on.

The ride to my place is less than ten minutes. I drive down into the basement parking and go to my allocated space. I remove my helmet, followed by hers, then lift her and stand, keeping her legs around me as I get off the bike. Lowering her feet to the floor, I shift her so she’s tucked in my side. Now, it just looks like she’s my loving woman, clinging to me. I throw my arm around her, and we head for the elevator.

“Keep your head down,” I order as we step inside. There are cameras in here, and although I can wipe them once I get to my apartment and get the software up on my laptop, I don’t want security seeing us and coming up to question me.

Before the doors slide open, I pull the tape from her mouth. She hisses. “You make a sound and it’ll be your last.”

The elevator stops at the floor before mine, and I growl in frustration. I move Tessa to the corner, and as two men step in, I tilt her head back so she’s staring into my eyes. I brush my thumb over her cheek, and she inhales sharply as her pupils dilate and her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip. I smile, running my hand down her cheek and resting it against her throat. I gently press my lips to hers, and she opens wider, allowing me to sweep my tongue into her mouth. A small whimper escapes her, and I press harder against her throat, a silent warning not to speak up even though her whimper doesn’t sound like she hates the kiss.

The door opens to my floor and I break the kiss, then I stride from the elevator with her pressed to my side.

Gigi and King sense my arrival and begin to bark from behind the apartment door. I feel her pull back slightly, and I glance down at her wide, frightened eyes. “Don’t worry, they only kill on command,” I say dryly, pushing my key into the lock and opening the door.

My two pit bulls rush out, wagging excitedly while circling us. “Enough,” I say firmly, and they still. “Inside.” They head in with us following.

“I don’t like dogs,” she whispers.

“I don’t like lying bitches, so we have things in common.”

I shrug from my kutte and place it on the hook. I pull out the pocketknife and feel to my side, slicing the tape from her wrists. She immediately steps back, putting space between us. “Through there,” I order, giving her a small shove towards theliving room. Gigi and King are sitting waiting in the middle of the room. Tessa stops in her tracks, and Gigi immediately stands with her ears pointed forward and her tail still. “She thinks you’re going to attack,” I tell Tessa casually. “Relax.”

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