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“I’m bait. But I ain’t stupid enough to go out without backup. That’s what I have you lot for, is is not?”

I’m a fucking idiot.

And I made a fucking show of myself.

“You motherfucker…,” I growled, shoving his hand of my shoulder.

He gave a big, righteous laugh from deep within his chest, and soon, the other brothers caught on as well and they all broke out in laughter at my expense.

“Fuck all of you for letting me go through that without stopping me.” I stuck my finger up at each one of them.

“It’s your fault for misunderstanding all on your own.” Hunter gave me a light nudge, which wasn’t light by any measure, and I tried not to stumble. I fixed him with a glare.

“All right.” Wolf’s voice rose over the jeering and jokes. He pushed away from me and headed toward his end of the table. “Now that Jax has learned to watch his mouth, it’s time to get the ball rolling.”

Wolf dragged back his chair but didn’t sit. Instead, he stood behind it and raised one large finger.

I patted the shoulder of poor Moon who had taken my chair to the groin and pushed the thing back to the table.

“Lamb, I want a full profile on all of them. Where they’re staying. Where they’re heading. Where they’re shitting. Every detail.”

Lamb nodded, pulling his cell phone from the inside of his leather jacket, his fingers flying over the screen.

“Hunter, work with Pretty on a protection detail for the club, the girls, and our places. You can have first pick of the members doing that duty.”

They shared a look before giving a firm nod.

“Mint, you work with Polo and think which location or person will be targeted next. What will be the best opportunity to draw these fuckers out.”

Another two nods.

“Jax,” Wolf snapped, and I straightened to attention. “Stick to Mint and Roscoe and create a game plan. I want places where the backup can stay out of sight and the easiest ways in and out of that situation in case things don’t go to plan.”

“Yes, Prez.” I nodded.

“And the rest of you.” He turned to face the other brothers: the weekenders, retired members, and even the prospects who weren’t allowed in on church had this been a normal day. “Watch out for yourselves. My primary objective is to keep all of us safe. That’s why I let you in on this, so you know who we’re dealing with. Keep your wits about yourselves and if you see something, let me know. I don’t give a shit if I’m butt-naked or in a coma. Let. Me. Know,” Wolf commanded, finger going to each single one of our affiliates.

“Understood?” Wolf bellowed, and the noise was met with a bellow in return.

“Yes, President!”

“Good,” Wolf growled, and with that, his hand raised the wooden gavel and slammed it down on the wooden block with a loud, resounding bang.

Church over.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ronnie

“Jax…,” I moaned, my fingers gripping into the tight leather of his jacket bunched over the top of his shoulders. I had been in the process of taking the thing off him, wanting to see his design, body and paint together, when he thrust his hips hard up into me.

I had barely been able to keep my arms from holding on as he carried me under the ass, past the threshold of the door, and up the stairs. I’d only just stepped a foot off his bike before he saw how excited I had been clinging to the back of him.

I was thrown from his cock, my pussy throbbing at its emptiness before landing face-first on the bed. I grunted with a mouthful of messed sheets, neither of us having bothered to make it before we’d been rushed to the club.

I couldn’t recall my impression of the club that well as Jax grabbed my hips and, with my head buried into the mattress, thrust into me with a hard, unforgiving force. I cried out, the noise loud enough to have shattered the dusty windows.

He continued to pound into me, unrelenting and unending, again and again and again until I had no more voice left to scream.

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