Page 50 of Romeo

“Umm. I figured a cardboard box on the sidewalk. I’m not sure that’s much better.”

“Funny,” he muttered.

“Ithought so.”

“You don’t hear me fuckin’ laughin’.” He squeezed her neck slightly. “Let’s go.”

He admitted his place wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but it was kept that way on purpose. At first glance to an outsider, the building looked similar to an oversized storage shed.

Despite how the exterior appeared, it was far from a shed on the inside. It might be simple but simple was all he needed. Once Magnum married his ol’ lady and began making more hump dumplings, the club’s enforcer needed to find a bigger place, so Romeo jumped on the chance to take it for himself. He was president, after all, and outranked anyone else interested.

Better yet, club funds paid for it all since it sat on the same property as Dick’s. For only the cost of his monthly dues, he got a cool place to live, all the utilities paid, and access to a full bar and commercial kitchen only a few yards away.

Plus, sweet butts were always close at hand.

It was a sweet fucking deal.

He only needed to remain president to keep it. He had no doubt that if he ever gave up the gavel—willingly or unwillingly—someone else on the Knights’ executive committee would be fucking in his bed, lounging on his couch, and watching his massive TV while drinking free whiskey.

When they reached the windowless, metal side door, Maddie asked, “Is this really your place?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it a barn or a shed?”

“It’s where I’m gonna fuck you.”

A ragged exhale was heard behind him as he unlocked the door.

“Maybe I only wanted to spend some time with a friend.”

Romeo snorted and pulled open the door. “You wanted a friend you woulda called LZ.”

“He was busy.”

“Then Gabi. She’s former Fury, bet you’re friends with her.”

“I am, but…”

“But you wanted dick, and she don’t got one,” he finished for her.

“I’m only looking to take my mind off work.”

“Dick will do it.” Especially his.

“You have a lot of confidence that your dick will solve my problems.”

“Didn’t say solve them but will make you forget them for a while.”

“Since when is thirty seconds considered ‘a while?’”

“Once again, your attempt at bein’ funny ain’t it.” He stepped back, placed his hand on her lower back and shoved her inside.

He had to chest bump her to get her to move farther into his place so he could step inside behind her, close the door, and lock it.

All three locks. The one on the handle, the slide latch, and the deadbolt. He also set the security bar in place.

He did not want what they were about to do to be interrupted.

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