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I slammed my hand down on the table andstood. “Fuck.”

Charon didn’t look at me as he stared out the window. “I’ll take that as an agreement then.” He took a mouthful of his coffee. “I’ll send someone to go over the details onanotherdate.”

“You don’t have to go over the details, Charon,” I growled, whirling to face him. “If you screw my club over, I don’t give a shit how big you are. There’ll beretribution.”

Charonsmiled.

I grabbed my coffee, downing the rest of the hot liquid, and slammed the cup back down on the table before turning on my heels. I stormed from the diner, Lamb falling in behind me as we walked into thecarlot.

I met the inquisitive faces of Ripper and Jax as I dropped down onto my bike and fired up the engine. I just shook my head at them as theyjoinedme.

“This person better be fuckingworthit.”

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On our journey back,Jax took off ahead like he always did. I figured the next time we’d see him would be back at the compound, but instead, his bike was pulled over on the side oftheroad.

Our trio pulled up behind him on theshoulder.

As soon as I took my helmet and sunglasses off, it was easy to tell Jax was getting blown off. It was a rare sight, and I lingered to watch the brunette ignore his southern charm and continue walking without looking backathim.

“Come on, you’re obviously heading into town. This is the only road in, and you’ve still got four miles or so to go in this hot sun.” Jax said, shrugging toward his bike. “Let me give youaride.”

The brunette, dressed in shorts and a tee, had soft, tanned skin, darkened by repetitive exposure to the sun, so I doubted the heat would bother her. Not to mention, she was wearing thick boots made for long-distance walking that were well-worn but still in good condition, so I doubted the distance bothered her, either. She had a backpack over her shoulder, a pair of sunglasses on her face, and a flat smile at Jax’sadvances.

Jax pulled out all his best coaxing to get her to get on the back of his bike, but she continued to remain impassive, her face, the part that I could see of it, seemed to grow tired of his constantattempts.

I sighed, looking back to Lamb as he watched the exchange. He had left the diner pissed, and to some degree, I could tell he still was, but as his eyes locked onto the girl and he quickly analyzed everything about her, a cold calmness felloverhim.

I looked back to the girl, who much to my surprise, was now locked onto Lamb with a cautiousness that flew up like Fort Knox as she noticed his interest. Lamb seemed to sit straighter on his seat, his sunglasses lifted from his face as his eyes narrowed on her. Some strange exchange had piqued Lamb’s attention, and his eyes scrutinized her. Her gaze only lasted a moment, though, before she quickly returned her focus to pointedly ignoring Jax’s attempts at flirtation and, now, ignoring Lamb’sstares.

For a second, I would have considered that he was interested in her, which was an almost impossible thing for Lamb, since he grew tired quickly of things once he understood them, even more so of people. The reason he fucked with the brothers was because he got bored and loved to see them pissed off. Apparently, pissed off was an interesting emotion, according to Lamb, which was what made me the bastard’s favoritechewtoy.

I turned my engine back on, and Lamb turned on his. I looked back toward him. He was already pulling back onto the road, his shades sitting over his eyes, head turned away from the girl. Just as I thought, his interest was gone. I took one last look at the girl, figuring that Jax would be riding back alone, and pulled onto the road, giving Jax one last look before I headed to theclubhouse.

Chapter Twelve

Anna

No newmessages.

I pulled myself up from the couch, discarding my book on the table, not caring if one of the girls robbed it. Not that they’d care for such a thing. Bitches probably didn’t even know howtoread.

I heard the door open with a bang, and in walked Jax, looking like he’d been slapped with a wet fish, before Wolf, Lamb, and Ripper followed in behind him. When Mia and Chloe ran into their father’s arms, Ripper picked his little girls up with ease. I saw his boy, Alistair, his stepson from his deceased wife’s last marriage, hovering on the stairs. He tried to hide it but looked relieved when he saw Ripper was back safe. The moment Ripper spotted him, however, Alistair turned and fled. Ripper sighed, but he still had a gentle smile on his lips as he set hisgirlsdown.

Wolf, on the other hand, was on Jax’s tail. “Why the fuck do you feel the need to race our asses just to get backfirst?”

“Don’t complain just ’cause you’re getting old,” Jax growled back, settling at the bar as Lamb slid around the other side next to Sweets, who grabbed a beer for Jax and set it in front of him, giving him a display of herfaketits.

“Don’t bitch just because you didn’t get your dick wet,” Lamb quipped, smirking at Hunter, whose joyful face mirrored Lamb’s as he took in Jax’s sourexpression.

“It wasn’t the first time.” Hunter laughed, patting Jax on the back, reminding him that Mallory had flat-out rejected himlastyear.

“And it probably won’t be the last.” Pretty smirked, wrapping his arm around hisshoulder.

“Oh, you wanna go, fucker?” Jax growled, jumping to his feet. Pretty didn’tbackdown.

“You sure you can handle me with that bruised ego you’re carrying around?” Pretty laughed, coming toe to toe with Jax. Pretty was just a bit taller and broader than Jax, and although Jax knew how to fight dirty, Pretty had been fighting on the streets long before he had joined the Black Angels. It would be a fairmatchup.

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