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“I’ll have Sasha make you a tray all for yourself.”

“Sasha?” He swallows, and I hear the change in his tone, now filled with curiosity.

“She brought them over to Etain this morning and insisted we bring the rest to the shop. Shooter must have eaten half a dozen before we left.” I laugh.

“The fucking guy should be five hundred pounds with the amount of food he inhales,” Drifter says with a huff. “Ain’t gonna be any left by the time we get back,” he mumbles. I hide a snicker, knowing he’s right.

When my cell phone rings, I see it’s Motown. He’s a newly anointed prospect who just became a full-fledged member of the Riders. “Prez, got two Jackals on Broad Street, headed to town. Racer is tailing them in his SUV. I told him to stay out of sight. Thought you should know.”

“Any sign of Gunner or his muscle, Tank?”

“Nah, I think they’re trying to rattle our chain, but we’re not biting,” Motown responds.

I hear the rumble of pipes heading our way. “Keep vigil. Wait for my call.” I hang up and look in that direction to see Flex leading the way with Raven right behind him, and tailing Raven are Roscoe and Hammer. I breathe a sigh of relief.

The guys see us immediately and stop where we’ve parked. “Hey, boss,” Raven says with a grin. He digs into his leather jacket, unzipping a pocket on the inside, and pulls out a USB key. He drops it into my open palm. “We’ve got the assholes.”

Meanwhile, Roscoe’s pulled up his truck and has rolled down his window. “Guard wants to know if you need anything else before we head home,” he says.

“No, man, but let us feed you before you head out. It’s the least we can do,” I tell him and glance over to Hammer. They both turn their heads, but it’s Hammer who answers.

“I’ve been two days without my girl. I want to get home, but rain check for sure. I hear you cook some mean ribs. I’m up for that whenever you make them,” he says with a chuckle.

“Me too,” Roscoe adds.

“Must be some pretty hot babes if you won’t hang for a couple of hours,” Drifter teases.

“Just wait, brother. Your time will come when someone comes along, and you’ll be so loopy, you won’t be able to think straight until you have her in your arms. Then I’m going to remind you of this moment,” Roscoe warns him.

“By the way, Thunder says hey,” Hammer adds. He looks to his bud. “Let’s roll.” They both give a sign and then take off the same way they came. I curl my hand into a tight fist around the gift Raven just laid on me.

“Let’s go home, men,” I say.

Raven looks around at the place we call home. “Hot shower, good food, and an actual bed. Sounds like heaven. Home at last,” he says, revving his bike to life. It’s good to have us all together, with the exception of Phantom. Soon, though.

TWELVE

Besties

ETAIN

It’s not until later in the afternoon that Hawk comes back, and with him are a whole slew of Redemption Riders that I’ve never met before. I can’t keep them all straight. It’s good that their road names are stitched into their leather vests and jackets. I’ve seen the tattoos they all have on them. They are literally covered with tattoos, but they all have one in common. A dagger, dripping with blood, with Redemption scrolled around it.

I’ve now met Raven and Motown. They seem like good guys. Racer arrived a little later, but after Hawk introduced me, they all huddled together while Hawk took me back to the office. I’ve seen him happy, but this is a different kind of happy. He’s beaming, and it’s a good look on him.

“You’re happy.” I put my hands on his shoulders, come up on my tiptoes, and press my lips to his. Suddenly, his arms band around me, and I’m being pressed tight to his body. One of his hands roams down to my ass, giving it a squeeze, while his lips plunder mine in a devastating kiss that has me wishing there was a bed in this room. At the very least, I wish we could shove the papers off the desk and he could take me right here and now.

When he tears his mouth from mine, I whimper at the loss. “Ginger, I’m holding on by a thread here. The first time I fuck you isn’t going to be in an office with a bunch of my brothers just outside the door. It isn’t going to go fast. I’m going to savor every fucking second and watch your face as you come undone in my arms,” he murmurs.

That sounds all kinds of sweet and sexy, but it doesn’t do anything to assuage my need. Still, I get his point. I lean forward and touch my forehead to his. “Okay.” I lick my lips, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

“Why don’t you knock off for the day? Me and my brothers have a lot to talk about, and it’ll give you time with Sasha,” he suggests.

I turn my head to look at the pile of papers on my desk. “There’s so much to do.”

“It’ll still be there in the morning, babe.”

“Is my car ready?” They were supposed to work on it today, but I haven’t seen it being brought into the bay yet.

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