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He turned to see her brown eyes wide.

“Do you really need all of that?”

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“Is this a bad area?”

“Nothin’ to do with the area since we rule it. Has to do with me bein’ prez of the Knights.”

“Are you paranoid?” she asked.

“Realistic.”

“Have you had threats against you?”

“Not lately, no. That don’t mean there won’t be in the future. The Knights and the Angels had an issue with those fuckin’ Shadow Warriors before they were dealt with. Then we had to deal with those motherfuckin’ Deadly Demons more recently.”

“Who are the Deadly Demons?”

“One-percenters that got too damn big for their fuckin’ britches. They got decimated.”

Her eyebrows rose. “By your club?”

He pulled in a breath. They had a hand in it but only because the outlaw club took Aaliyah, Magnum’s oldest daughter, against her will. They swiftly dealt with the two MC members that snagged her after La Cosa Nostra dealt with the remainder.

The rest of the cleanup was done by a fucking federal task force. One that Ali-Cat’s hubby had been a part of.

Romeo’s upper lip pulled up into a sneer as it always did when he thought about Magnum’s pig son-in-law and baby daddy of his latest granddaughter Destiny.

“By your club?” she prodded.

He answered, “No,” because they did not talk about what happened the day they found the two Demons, T-Bone and Saint, at a motel with Magnum’s oldest daughter. The Knights only assisted karma when those two motherfuckers disappeared that day and were never seen again.

“So, if that club was decimated, why worry?”

“Ain’t worried. Bein’ smart. Never know what evil lurksoutside that locked door.” He pushed past her, headed to his right and into his open kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. “Beer?”

She nodded.

He grabbed her a cold bottle, twisting off the cap and handing it to her before grabbing one for himself.

When he turned with his beer in hand, she said, “Not much food in there.”

“Don’t need much. Got a whole damn kitchen with a walk-in fridge only yards away.”

Surprise colored her tone when she asked, “You cook?”

He huffed out a breath.

“You have your kitchen staff make it for you?”

“Them or the sweet butts.” Another perk of being president of a strong, growing MC.

With her expression closed, she stared at him for a whole damn minute before asking, “I should’ve asked this before, but you’re single, right?” then taking a swig of her beer.

Chapter Twelve

“You don’t have an ol’lady or a girlfriend?” Or a wife? Why didn’t she ask this prior, instead of only assuming he was free? It was Romeo. Maddie doubted he showed any woman loyalty. Wife, ol’ lady or otherwise. “I don’t want to step on another woman’s toes by being here.” He might not care about that, but she did.

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