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He snorted. Magnum hated texting, so that alone probably chapped his Black ass.Think Z knows?

Y dont u fuckn ask him steada me?

Romeo shook his head and grinned.Someone’s prostate swollen or what? Should have that looked at.

Gonna drop my fuckn pants n u can check it 4 me next time I c u.

Romeo warned,Don’t threatn me with a good fuckn time.

Next, he found Z’s number in his contacts and shot the Angels’ prez a text.U no Maddie from the Fury’s livn in the area?

By the time Z answered, Romeo was already on his second beer and was stripped down to only his boxer briefs while lounging on the couch. He flipped through endless fucking television channels looking for something to get his mind off the woman he ran into tonight.

Porn would be the answer. It might be the only thing that would distract him. Especially since the curvy, formerly strawberry blonde was wedged firmly in his noggin.

It was hard to tell with the outdoor lighting at Bangin’Burgers, but he could swear her hair was now darker than it had been previously.

Truthfully, he didn’t give a shit about the color of her hair. It could be bright pink, and she’d still be as sexy as shit. He considered her even hotter now that she had filled out more than the last time he saw her.

She had been a touch too thin for him last time.

Now?

He blew out a breath.

Goddamn perfection.

Zak’s text drew him from his perverted thoughts.Yeah. Knew it. What about it? There a problem?

Romeo asked,Trip give you the heads up?

Shade did,came Z’s answer.

Y didn’t he tell us?

Y u askn me? Ask him.

He was tempted to shoot back the same reply he sent to Magnum, but Romeo needed to keep things cool between the clubs. It was one thing to bust on one of his own. It was another to bust on the prez of another club, despite him and Z being solid.

There a problem I need to know about?

The problem was that the Fury didn’t feel the need to let him know one of their own had flown the coop and landed in the area.

But, apparently, the only one thinking it was a problem was Romeo.

No problem. Ran into her. That’s all.

When the next text was only a thumbs up emoji, he tossed his cell phone on the couch next to him and tucked his hand into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.

Pursing his lips, he considered the TV show on the screen.

Whatever it was wouldn’t get his mind off Maddie and that spot of blood he found on the sheet after she booked from his RV in the early morning hours like her ass was on fire.

Of course, she had told him she was a virgin, so seeing the proof hadn’t surprised him. But still, it was a stark reminder of what he had taken from her.

Something she’d never get back.

He shouldn’t feel guilty about accepting what was freely offered. But for some fucking reason, in this case, he had.

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