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“You sure about this party?” Lambasked.

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Can’t let them think they’re getting to us. But I don’t like how quiet it’s been, so I’m not letting my guard down; Pipe’s only allowed to let in members and affiliates. Nobody wedon’tknow.”

“That a goo—” Lamb began, only to be cut off by a loudsqueal.

I spun on my stool to where the girls were sitting, watching as Mallory pulled out a long leather jacket. Her face brightened with the biggest smile before she pulled her curly red hair into a pile on the top of her head and slid thejacketon.

“Spin!” Kay demanded, wagging her finger intheair.

Mallory turned and presented her back. The black leather was christened with the same Black Angels’ skull and wings patch along with the official “Property of Hunter” rockerunderneath.

“What do you think?” Mallory looked like a kid on Christmas morning as she asked for Kay’s opinionfirst.

“Hunter will love it,” Kay whispered, a soft smile taking over her face. “You know what?” Kay turned and took off down the hallway to her and Bell’s club room, where they kept some of their shit. Everybody’s eyes followed after her in confusion until she returned only moments later, donning her own blackleathercut.

Wrinkles covered the old thing. Holes had been stitched, and the colors had slightly faded over the years, but Kay had been Roscoe’s old lady for almost forty years, and I knew leather never stayed that good quality unless it was well takencareof.

Kay hugged the leather over her front, almost looking self-conscious in the thing. I got up from my stool, shaking my head as I headed over to thewomen.

“Beautiful,” I said, throwing my arm over Kay’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Roscoe loved it when you wore thatthing.”

Kay was like a mother to the boys in the club. She was a strong woman, had balls of steel, and was more than ready to kick our asses if we needed it. But she was also a gentle soul, and Roscoe had been absolutely whipped by this woman. He’dchosenwell.

“Don’t let Hunter see you in that thing.” I turned to look over to Mallory. “He’ll end up sobbing like a little bitch the rest of thenight.”

She laughed, her cheeks blushing a bright red. She was a sweet little thing but didn’t hesitate to bust my balls over shit like when Hunter and I ended up in lockup on his bachelor party. It was Jax’s fault,really.

“Speaking of bitching,” I said, looking over the gathering of girls. “I see Anna’s not with yougirls.”

“Ha.” Amanda, Polo’s old lady, who I was more surprised to see since she didn’t come around the clubhouse all that often, scoffed. Now, here was a woman who took busting balls as a hobby. "You know very well why she’s nothere,Wolf.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I chuckled, earning a pinch in my side from Kay, who rolled her eyes at me as shewalkedaway.

“You might as well go find her,” Mallory said, reluctantly sliding off her new cut and putting it back in the delivery box. “You need to get out of here while we decorate thisplace.”

“The decorations just arrived.” Lamb gave me a shit-eating grin, and suddenly, I didn’t like the fact that Lamb had been put in charge oforderingthem.

“Can’t have the birthday boy here, now can we?” Kay returned to me, pushing me toward the door just as Mallory swungitopen.

“All right, all right. I’m leaving,” I said, throwing my hands up. Kay couldn’t move my huge size, but she’d been around the club for decades, so she learned a thing or two about getting guys twice her size to move, techniques I’d rather not acquaint myself withagain.

“Tell your bitch she better be here tonight, or I’ll drag her here myself,” Kay threatened as a parting gesture before my own club doors were shut inmyface.

Women.

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When I steppedinto Anna’s office, she barely noticed my arrival. She was wearing her sexy uppity glasses as she stood looking down into a cardboard box, her knuckles pressed against her mouth, concern woven into herfeatures.

She was dressed in one of her dress suits, a black one with a tight blue blouse underneath, nearly the same baby blue of her eyes. For a moment, I was thrown back to the day I met her smart ass, wearing a suit similar to this in those red-hot boots she could pull off with anything. Her mouth had grabbed my interest back then, and it hadn’t lost itsince.

I shut the door, the lock clicking and snapping Anna out of her head. The light glinted off her glasses as her head flicked up to see my face. The whites of her eyes widened in surprise. “Wolf!” she exclaimed, her hands slamming down on the lid ofthebox.

I looked down at the box. “What’sthat?”

“Something for a client,” she said, lifting it off her desk and moving to place it in a chest on the other side of the room, filled with more brown boxes stamped in red ink reading “Evidence.”

She locked the chest, depositing the key back into a small compartment in her desk before turning tofaceme.

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