Page 43 of Smooth As Whiskey

She nodded, “Yeah.”

I smiled down at her and said, “You got a deal. Food is to be cherished; no way am I missing out on food.”

She giggled, and then we finished the picture we were coloring.

It was after we had dinner, and she had taken her bath, that we settled in my room at the clubhouse when I asked, “What do you want to watch tonight?”

She smiled, “Frozen.”

I nodded, then brought up the movie and pressed play.

My little girl was out in minutes.

And I was almost asleep moments later when there was a knock on my door.

My eyes moved to Maisie, and when I saw she was still sleeping, I got up carefully and walked to the door.

When I opened it a crack, it was to be met with Asher.

“Seen Cynnamin go off with two other men. See, you’re settled for the night. See how you do while she’s here.” And with that cryptic as fuck statement, Asher walked away.

I sighed, then shook my head and headed back to bed.

Within minutes, I was out, but not before I whispered, “I’m going to find you, baby. And if you don’t want to come back, then me and Maisie will be following you. Anywhere you wish to go, we will be right there with you.”

The next day, after I got Maisie ready and dropped her off at Adeline and Coal’s house, I had just planned the route for the next gun shipment we were dropping off when I walked into the garage and got started on a few of the repairs that had come in overnight.

It was two hours later when the air in the garage shifted.

I frowned, lifted my head out from under the hood I was working, and looked out of the open bay.

Cynnamin was standing there, her hands on her hips, and when she saw me, she dropped her hands and then walked over to where I was.

The moment she reached me, she said, “Those two guys last night wouldn’t help me. I need you, Irish. Surely, these cars can wait. I can’t.”

“You are not her. I won’t say it again, Cynnamin. No other woman is getting any part of me but her. She has all of me. So do me a favor and get the fuck away from me. And stay the fuck away from me, or else you’ll be banned from all Zagan MC properties.”

Nuke spoke then, “You want me to go further, your ass will be kicked out of Soulless Outlaw’s MC properties as well. And since we got allies, you won’t find any refuge with Wrath MC, Immoral Saints, or Pagan’s Soldier’s MC. And seeing as we dominate the south, you’ll need to move up north. He’s told you he’s claimed. You don’t step on that. Ever. Don’t test me.”

It was half an hour later or so when Asher walked into the garage, came straight to me, and dropped a piece of paper on my toolbox.

“Don’t fuck this up.” And with that, he turned on his boot and walked away.

My fingers trembled as I tagged the slip of paper, knowing what was on it by his words last night and just now.

When I saw the address, I automatically calculated how far away she was.

An hour later, after I was packed, I first texted Asher.

I needed an emergency club meeting, and if it took divulging a secret for a secret, then I would do it for my woman. I would break anything for that woman, including my word.

But I would never break it... for her.

Once everyone was in church and Asher banged the gavel, he said, “Irish has called an emergency meeting. Let’s hear him out.”

I nodded at him, then took in a breath... “Six years ago, Cynnamin was violently attacked almost as bad as Shiloh was. You all know that story. And ever since then, she has had a kink of sorts. She hates it, but with help, she’s learned to deal with it.”

I took in a breath, “Cynnamin enjoys telling someone what to do while they say no. She called me one night, crying because she had a man in her bed, and he told her no, and she didn’t listen. So, I offered to be that person for her. We don’t touch ever. She just tells me what to do with my body while I say no. I feel like I owe her. You all know I bounced around from foster home to foster home.”

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