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“You bitch,” Stacey snaps.

“You walk in here and try to sleep with my man, and I’m the bitch?” Nevaeh’s voice is pitched low, but I can hear the barely concealed violence in it.

“I was more than nice to you before you took things too far. If you want to stay, I suggest you shut your mouth and learn to read the room. Because if there is one thing I know, it’s that Havoc is loyal to this club and to me. We are the only things that matter to him. You’re nothing. If you disappeared tomorrow,Havoc wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep.” Nevaeh leans forward and smiles. It’s cold and cruel and makes my dick go rock hard.

“Fun thing about being a writer? I get to research lots of interesting facts. Like the best way to kill someone and dispose of their body. Push your luck again, and we’ll see just how effective my research is.”

They back up, visibly shocked. All of them hurry to leave, but I stop them. “You’re new. I’m new. You don’t know me any more than I know you, so I’ll give you one chance to take what my old lady said on board. If you approach her or me again with anything related to my fucking you, I’ll kick you out so fast your head will spin. My cock belongs to Nevaeh. It’s as simple as that.”

“I’ll give you a little bit of advice because I’m nice like that,” Nevaeh adds with a smile. “Don’t pull this shit with G and Amity. I might have hit your pride, but she’ll hit your face.”

She waves as they leave before sitting back down and yanking the lasagna closer to her. She digs in, her eyes closing briefly as she shoves a forkful of food into her mouth. “Mmm…so good.”

“If you want to finish that, you’d better stop making those noises.”

“If you don’t speak to me until I’m finished, I’ll give you a blowjob and let you come all over my boobs.”

I stare at her for a second, surprised that it came out of her mouth.

She shrugs and gives me an innocent look. “Let’s just say I’m feeling the need to mark my territory. But first, I need sustenance.”

I sit in the chair opposite her and grab the table.

“Havoc? You okay?” she teases.

“Eat fast,” I grunt, making her laugh.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nevaeh

“So, there’s a pop-up signing a couple of towns over. It’s at a large bookstore, and a few local authors are attending.”

“Okay?”

“I’ve been invited to go, and as it’s not far and my real identity is out now, I can’t see the harm. I love meeting fans and other authors. It reminds me why I do what I do. Writing can get lonely sometimes.”

He leans back and looks at me as I chew my lip. “You know you don’t need my permission, right? But I need you protected, so I won’t let you go alone.”

I beam a huge smile his way before diving into his arms.

“I’m not your father, cupcake. You’re not a prisoner. That said, I’m coming with you, so don’t even argue. When is it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s at the end of next week. They pop up all over the country and always last minute. I guess it’s a way to keep the crowds small.”

“As long as I’m beside you, you’ll be safe anyway. We’ll bring a second for backup, but if the event is small, then I can’t see the point of having a large team going with us.”

“No, and I think that would probably be an issue anyway. You’re an intimidating bunch. You’ll scare my readers away.”

“Please. They love me.”

I tilt my head and frown. “And how would you know that, Mr. President?”

He curses. “My testicles are urging me to lie right now,” he mutters before he presses his forehead against mine. “I may or may not have posted photos of us together on my social media.”

“You have social media? Huh.”

“You’re making me feel old.”

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