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“Yeah, that’s him. Seems his club is doin’ shit all over the east coast. Never thought he would interfere with what we have goin’, but I can tell you Prez isn’t gonna be happy about this shit.”

“Not even a little.” I watch the guys as they walk away and head inside. I continue to work on the bike and lose track of time. By the time I look up again I notice it’s time for lunch.

At least I passed the time without thinking about shit. I shove away from the bike I was working on and wash my hands before wiping the sweat from my forehead. Then I head back inside, grabbing one of my shirts on the way, and that’s when it hits me, and I grin like a goddamn fool.

“Hey, Duke? You smell that?”

“Goddamn right, I do. Tracey’s here,” he says with a smile. Tracey is Jonny’s old lady and one hell of a cook. She comes by every once in a while to feed us bastards and to catch up.

“That means we’re eatin’ good today, brother.”

“Goddamn right we are.” He makes a beeline for the kitchen, and I’m not far behind him. We don’t often have home-cooked meals around here when ordering out is easier.

I walk into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks when I see it isn’t Tracey. It’s Kiki. She’s standing at the stove, and fuck, her ass looks delicious in those little shorts she has on.

I turn my head to see Tracey sitting on the counter, swinging her legs and smiling.

“Hey, you. Been too long, darlin’.” I walk over and press a kiss to her cheek as she beams up at me.

“Locke. I know it has. How have you been? I know I’m slacking around here lately.”

“I’m good, darlin’. Not much goin’ on around here lately. You know how it is.”

“So you do own a shirt?” Kiki looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.

“Imagine that. I see you actually own shorts, too.”

“Imagine that,” she mimics with a smile on her face.

“Uhh, you two okay?” Tracey asks as she looks between us. Kiki has gone back to cooking, so her eyes are glued to me. I nod my head when she laughs and jumps off the counter. “Okay then,” she laughs as she walks out of the kitchen.

“So you can cook?”

“I can do a lot of things,” she mimics what I said the other night. I chuckle when she turns around and holds a piece of chicken out to me.

“Try it,” she says, but I shake my head. She looks confused for a second, but then I open my mouth and wait. She walks over, a little slower than usual, and places it in my mouth. I close my mouth around her fingers and suck until her breath catches in her throat. Her cheeks turn pink before she pulls her fingers away from my lips and steps back to the stove.

I check out her ass in those little shorts once more before turning, leaving her to get back to work. When I step into the main room, it’s filled with the guys.

“I smell home cookin’. Tracey here?” Gunner asks as he smiles. I shake my head as Kiki walks out of the kitchen with two plates of chicken.

“She’s here, but she didn’t cook. Kiki did,” I tell him. His eyes shoot to his daughter, and she smiles at him.

“Didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well, I can, and I hope you like it,” she says as I pile my plate full. The other guys follow suit as Kiki grabs a piece of chicken herself and brings it to her lips. I eat in silence but never take my eyes off her.

She knows I’m staring. She has to know.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothin’. Thanks for lunch,” I tell her, needing to get the hell away from her. I can’t be this close to her. I can’t fucking look at her lips and not picture them around my cock. Fuck, that motherfucker stirs in my jeans again, and I know it’s time to go. I shove away from the table and walk away until I hear Gunner call for me.

“Hey, Locke. Come here a minute.” I turn and see him climbing the stairs to his office and follow behind him.

“What’s up?”

“Take a look at this.” He passes me the photo he has in his hand. I take it and look at it, not recognizing the man.

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