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I opened my mouth to interject, but snapped it shut again when Loco shook his head at me with a look that warned me to mind my own business.

“No restraining order. No cops. Got it?”

Wow, the men of Desert Rebels were bossy and intense. I watched for V’s reaction to Bull’s attempt to intimidate her. She surprised me by just nodding in agreement. It was as if she were mesmerized by his closeness. While they were hashing it out, Loco motioned me over. Like a fool, I went without question. I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted, but he wrapped a calloused hand around the back of my neck and drew me in for a brief, hot kiss. No tongue. Just the crushing of our lips against each other. After that, he and Bull left, leaving me weak-kneed and more confused than ever.

Chapter 11

Loco

We were walking to our bikes when Bull asked, “You got time to go somewhere with me before heading back?”

“What’s up?”

“Blade sent me a location for Viola’s ex. Think I’ll pay him a visit.”

I swung my leg over my bike, unable to stop the grin from spreading over my face. “We gonna kill him?”

Bull shook his head with a smirk. “Not this time.”

He laughed at my look of disappointment.

Seventeen minutes later we were riding through an unmanned gate to an upscale community of older homes. Bull’s GPS took us right to the asshole’s house. We pulled up the drive and shut our bikes down right behind a pricy sports car.

I looked around the quiet area, noting the immaculate lawns, landscaping, and mature trees. The few cages I saw were expensive. The houses were big and pricy, the kinds of homes that lawyers and doctors could afford. Not a lowly banker.

“What do you want to bet this is his parents’ house?” Bull smirked with disgust.

A snort erupted from me. “Was just thinking the same thing, Brother.”

We dismounted and walked to the front door. There was an ornate doorbell, but Bull ignored it, pounding on the decorative wood door instead. As we waited, I could hear the sound of a chainsaw close by. One of the neighbors was having some work done, and the noise had probably drowned out our arrival. Someone from inside yelled out something through the door, but Bull ignored it and continued to use his giant fist like a battering ram.

The door was halfway opened when Nick realized who was on the other side and then tried to slam it shut again. Bull put his boot out to stop him and then forced his way inside. I was right behind him, making sure to close the door behind us. Bull grabbed the front of Nick’s shirt and pushed him back against a wall so hard that a picture crashed to the floor.

“Wh-what?”

“You alone here?”

“Ye-yes.”

The fear was evident in the man’s voice. I decided to check the place out to make sure no one else was there.

“Where’s he going?” I heard the asshole question as I left the room.

“Making sure you’re not a fucking liar,” I heard Bull snarl.

“Wh-what do you want?”

That was the last thing I heard as I checked all the rooms on the ground floor before I sprinted up the staircase. Damn thing reminded me of the grand staircase in theTitanicmovie. These people had some serious money.

The silence surrounding me told me that the upstairs was empty, but I still checked all three opulent bedrooms, three bathrooms, and an office that boasted floor-to-ceiling bookcases on every fucking wall in the room.

I went back downstairs to the sound of Bull’s deep, grating voice as he threatened Viola’s ex. I gave him a chin lift when he looked my way, indicating that everything was good. I’d done my part and made sure that the house was clear and that he had backup if he needed it. He had Viola’s ex by the front of the shirt and turned back to punch him in his mid-section. I watched the asshole slide down the wall to the floor with a grin.

Pussy. One hit and he was a useless piece of shit.

Bull and I exchanged looks, he shrugged, and then we left.

“What the fuck did your girl see in that wimpy-ass pussy?”

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