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“No one in the Fury taught you pool?” Romeo asked her, surprised.

“I only knew the basics of Eight Ball. I wasn’t any good at it.”

“Gonna teach her to be a pool shark, so when she goes home, she can clean up and rake in all their scratch. She’ll be laughin’ all the way to the fuckin’ bank.”

“Whatya mean, ‘go home?’” Was she moving home soon? It didn’t sound like that the other night when they were at Bangin’ Burgers.

“For a visit,” Maddie clarified.

Romeo waited for LZ to head to the bar to grab another beer before telling her, “He’s not the only one who can teach you pool.”

“I really wasn’t looking for lessons. Zeke volunteered.”

“But you didn’t say no.”

“Because I’m enjoying the game. However, I don’t care about being any shark. It’s fun. So, how about racking those balls?”

“How ‘bout you rack my balls?”almost spewed from his mouth without thinking. Thank fuck he caught it in time.

Maddie wasn’t a sweet butt. She wasn’t a hang-around trying to sink her claws into a Knight in hopes to become an ol’ lady. She also wouldn’t put up with any bullshit with the goal to become one. Or at least become a regular piece.

He had no doubt that was the last thing she wanted.

Bottom line was, she was Fury property. So, if he wanted her to land in his bed again, he needed to be careful. He needed to do it right.

Only, he had no fucking idea just how to pull that off without pissing off a fuck-load of people.

Including his sergeant at arms.

Chapter Eight

It seemedas if Romeo wanted a repeat of what happened all those years ago in his rented RV. However, she wasn’t sure why. He had no reason to chase her since he had plenty of available and willing women at his fingertips.

Why did men always go after what they couldn’t or shouldn’t have? Was it the challenge? Or their ego?

With Romeo, it could be both.

Maddie watched him set the balls perfectly and slide the full rack into place before lifting the wooden triangle.

Her heart skipped a beat when he stepped back from the table and gave her a cocky grin. The man knew he was hot and handsome. The problem was, he was also a handful.

He might want a challenge, but she didn’t. And dealing with Romeo would be one.

Even for only one night.

She knew if she simply made the suggestion to go back to her place—or his—he would jump on it.

She wasn’t stupid. The DKMC president didn’t hang out at The Iron Horse Roadhouse. His club owned Dirty Dick’s.Obviously, he was only here for one reason, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Her.

Why?

He tipped his head toward the table. “You take the first shot.”

Of course, since he racked, she got to break. Zeke had been helping improve her game, but that wasn’t why she occasionally hung out at The Iron Horse or with the DAMC president’s son.

Despite Zeke being a few years younger than her, she liked him. Not romantically or even sexually, but as a friend. He also tended to be protective of her if any man in the bar stepped over the line.

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