Page 15 of Hunter

“The legal way?” I suggested.

“Sure, I’ll do it the legal way when you guys get into trouble for doing something legal.” Anna smirked, knowing far too well that Black Angels didn’t have a legal streak in them.

“Bitch.”

“You love it.” She winked again, her short, ice-blonde hair moving as she tilted her head to the side, listening for something.

“Only ’cause you’re good at what you do,” I conceded.

“What can I say? It’s like my whole life was mapped out for me, and here I am, served to you on a silver platter.” She shrugged, unfolding her legs and propping them up next to mine on the coffee table.

“A fuckin’ expensive silver platter,” I mumbled, placing my feet on the floor at the sound of familiar footsteps.

“You want the best, you got to be willing to pay for it.” Anna ignored the sound of the footsteps, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“What the fuck!” a familiar, heavily Russian-accented voice bellowed from deep within the club.

“Time to go.” She chuckled, tilting her head back and knocking back the rest of her beer before putting it down on the table. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek with her bright red lipstick before swinging up her long black purse over her shoulder.

“What’d you do?” I asked.

She pressed a bloodred fingernail to her matching lips. “I don’t kiss and tell.” With that, she pulled her black jacket tighter around a blouse that gave a generous view of her cleavage and sashayed her ass right out the door with the sound of those red fuck-me boots disappearing into the parking lot.

As the door shut behind her, the huge body of our president came storming into the club room. “Where the fuck is she?” His voice was like a sonic boom in the small confines of the room. “I heard those damn boots.”

“Just missed her, Prez.”

“Fuck’s sake.” He dropped into Anna’s now vacant space.

“What’d she do this time?” I asked despite the smarter part of my brain telling me it was a bad idea. Anna loved to rile him up.

The raw fury that crossed his hard face and dark brown eyes confirmed my guess.

“She fuckin’ painted my bedroom walls.”

Confusion filtered through me. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

Wolf scowled. “It’s pink with My Little Pony stickers all over it.”

It was one of the most trying times in my life as I fought not to let even a sliver of a smile out. From the way my jaw was tightening, I wondered if I would have any teeth left by the end of the day.

“That little fox.” He continued to mumble some other, probably not so pleasant, words in Russian under his voice. The angrier he got, the more Russian came out. He dragged his hands through his dark brown hair peppered with streaks of grey that had been there all his life. “I’m too old for this shit.”

At forty-five, he was a young president. At the same time, I could understand where he was coming from.

“Tell me about it,” I said, thinking back to the MILF I had waiting back at home.

I had come to the club to escape the innocent allure she radiated, but it did nothing to untangle her from my thoughts.

I’d had a plan, but my dick wasn’t on board. It was get the kid, bring him home, and find out what she was hiding. That’s all. And I was more than sure her secrets weren’t hiding between her legs, as much as my dick would love to protest that fact. I had to ignore the mommy’s hot little ass until I got what I needed. Then she could move out, and I could deal with my side of the relationship with my nephew with limited input from her. Not to mention how much I would love to put a zip on that feisty mouth of hers.

Now Wolf was smirking at me. “Lamb told me you’ve got a baby’s momma. How’d that shit happen?”

“Lamb needs to stop gossiping like a pussy,” I said, lifting the beer to my lips.

Wolf raised an eyebrow with a look that already knew too much. “That bad, huh?”

“Something like that.”

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