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Raker flicked his eyes back at the road, but I knew he must recognize the truth of this. It was doubtful if even a group of Souls would take him on physically, but they would certainly set fire to his ride.

His massive arm snapped out and he wrapped thick fingers around Leo’s throat.

“I’ll be back,” he said. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

“Raker, stop!” I demanded, waddling over to pull on his waist. His muscles were tensed, coiled violence, and I trembled to think that he mightkillLeo.

My fiancé ripped at Raker’s arm, but the MC Prez was too strong.

Finally, he let go and Leo fell gasping to the ground.

“Leave now!” I yelled. “I don’t want to see you again. I hate you, Raker!”

His eyes were chipped and expressionless, and he suddenly caught my face in his hands, big fingers spread across my entire jawline.

“I will never give you up, Sunni.”

His mouth descended on mine, sending a raw pulsing heat through my body until I wrenched myself out of his arms, kicking him sharply in the shins.

“Let me go, asshole!”

He only gave me another smoldering glance and then with a few strides, he was out the door and on his motorcycle, gunningaway as the dirt and smoke of other hogs appeared at the other end of the street.

So much for hoping he would be too cautious to enter Souls territory.

This changed nothing

I was not going to tell Raker the truth.

He had betrayed me; he had broken his promise to me.

So he was never going to know that this baby was his.

CHAPTER 17

Raker

Irode fast and hard back to the Saints clubhouse, the wind screaming in my ears as I outran the Souls MC.

As soon as I arrived back, girls were there, but I waved them away impatiently.

All I could think about was Sunni.

Anger pulsed through my body, and I tried to force myself to calm down and figure out how to get her back. My jaw was so tight and angry that it ached, my fists clenched so tightly the muscles in my arms felt wound like a drum.

Sweat poured down my back and sides. My cock had never been so goddamn uncomfortable. It was like I’d had a hard-on for hours, the fucking thing leaking precum down my leg.

I needed to get into my room and jerk off like five times in a row, even though it wouldn’t do shit to relieve my need for Sunni.

Most of the brothers were sitting around in the garage and working on their bikes, but I just needed a moment of cooler air.

Angel intercepted me before I got my cigarettes out.

“Want to go into your bedroom?” she asked, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders.

She was wearing a low-cut tight white top and skirt, her tits smashed together, spilling over the bodice, the fabric clinging to all her curves.

“No,” I said shortly.

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