Page 117 of Romeo

“Just fuckin’ said I ain’t lookin’ to fill that spot on the back of my damn sled. Your old ass must be hard of hearin’.”

“Heard you just fuckin’ fine. You know what to fuckin’ do, so do it.” He tipped his ear forward with his finger. “What was that word?”

“Fuck off.”

“That’ll work, too.”

“Again, that was for you. Not her.”

“Messin’ with a good thing, Rome. Told you not to fuck it up. You’re hell bent on doin’ that.”

“Makin’ this a bigger deal than it is.”

“You stickin’ your dick in the property of another club isa…” Magnum leaned in until they were almost nose-to-nose. He ground out, “Big. Fuckin’. Deal.” He straightened. “Thought you were smarter than that. Now I know I was fuckin’ wrong.”

Ouch.“How much of a big fuckin’ deal was it when you did it?”

When Magnum turned his head away, Romeo could see the man’s jaw working. But he did have to agree with his brother. He’d been stupid.

Unfortunately, the result of that was, as soon as he was done fucking Maddie, he was ready to do it again. And again. Never in his goddamn life did he have an itch he couldn’t scratch. That was what it felt like with her. He got the itch to fuck her and once he did, he felt relieved. But every damn time that itch came back with a fucking vengeance.

Even worse, and so fucking unlike him, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was on his mind constantly, whether she was with him or not. He swore it was turning into some sort of sickness or something. Like a virus he couldn’t kick.

“Got two choices. Leave her the fuck alone or go all in. And you know what goin’ all in means… A ride north and a sit down.”

He wasn’t willing to do either. But for now, he’d keep that shit to himself.

What really chapped his ass was that his enforcer was supposed to listen to the club president, not the other way around. This whole thing was fucked up. “Thanks for the advice, brother. Gonna sleep on it.”

“Better not wait too damn long to decide. Otherwise, if Shade finds out that you’re doin’ his girl behind his fuckin’ back, you might not wake the fuck up.”

“Noted.”

Magnum grunted. “Guessin’ you wrote that note in fuckin’ crayon.”

Romeo forced out a dry laugh. Maddie wasn’t the only one thinking they’re a comedian. “Nah. Invisible ink.”

The Knights’ enforcer shook his head and turned on his boot to leave.Thank fuck.As expected, the man totally fucked up Romeo’s goddamn afterglow.

Just as he turned to go inside, he heard, “Rome,” and glanced over his shoulder.

“Know it’s fuckin’ difficult for you but… don’t fuck up an alliance that’s been solid for fuckin’ years over some pussy.”

The problem was, to him, Maddie was far from “some pussy.”

For some fucking reason, that idea disturbed him more than the conversation he just had with Magnum.

Romeo ground his teeth and headed inside.

He told Magnum he would sleep on it, but he didn’t like anyone telling him what to do. Tonight was no damn different.

“I shouldn’t haveto remind you that it’s a privilege to work here. As well as to work for me.”

Maddie sat across from Roger in his office, trying her damnedest not to gag. As usual, her boss decided she’d committed some imagined deadly sin. Like greeting a patient in the wrong tone or some such crap.

“You seem to have forgotten that.”

Maybe that was because she didn’t see him as some golden calf. He wasn’t worth worshipping like he thought he was. He was her boss, plain and simple.

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