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Finding a small table, he took a seat and waited,his gaze on Petal the whole time. She didn’t keep him waiting long, but he alsoknew she avoided his gaze.

“What can I get you?” she asked, holding out herpen and paper.

“How about a stack of waffles, some maple syrup,and make sure there is extra, and a little explanation as to why you snuck outthis morning?”

She’d been writing and then stopped to glance overat him. “Dirty, don’t—”

“I get it, this is scary andnew, it’s so many things all wrapped in onepackage, but you know what else this is?” he asked.

“What?”

“It’s us. You and me, and I know I fucked up lasttime, and there is nothing I can do or say that will change that. I messed upbig time, but I’m not going to stop. I’m all in, Petal, and no matter how longit takes, you’re stuck with me. I’m going to prove that you can trust me.”

She nibbled her lip.

“I missed you this morning,” he said. “I’d haveliked to have woken you up with a kiss on the lips and wished you a goodmorning,”

He watched her take a small breath, and it lookedlike she did so on a sigh.

“I’ll get those waffles for you, and the extramaple syrup.”

She spun away and he watched her walk, as he gotto admire the curves of her ass. Sitting back, he kept his eye on Petal beforeobserving the room. There hadn’t been any sign of the Evil Fuckers, but Dirtystill had his guard. He didn’t believe Predator was running the show, and hepulled out his cell phone, sending a quick text to Fritz to see if he hadanything.

He tapped his fingers on the table, expecting atext back. None came.

Dirty pulled out his cell phone and checked as theminutes ticked by. Still nothing. Perhaps Fritz was sleeping. The man wasconstantly glued to one form of technology after another.

He didn’t like this, so he quickly pulled upColt’s name and called him. He knew the man would be at his home, waiting forhis delivery, but he needed to know if Warden had given Fritz any other job todo.

“What’s up, man? Are you needing some pointers inhow to win back a woman after you fuck up, because I am the king of that.”

“Has Warden got Fritz doing anything?” Dirtyasked.

“Nah, he’s on the Evil Fuckers detail, you knowthat. He’s got names, faces, and working on all the background stuff so we canlocate them, and end them. You know this.”

“I just sent a text to Fritz, he’s notresponding,” Dirty said.

There was silence.

A long silence.

“I’ll meet you there,” Colt said, hanging up.

Dirty got to his feet and made his way around thecounter. He grabbed Petal’s hand, spun her around, and planted a kiss right onher lips.

“I’ve got to take care of some business.” Heglanced past Petal, to Tanya. “The waffles I ordered, make sure she eats them,and do not let her try and serve them to anyone else.” He kissed Petal’stemple. “If you do, I will have no choice but to find a way to punish you.”

He made sure only Petal was able to hear hiswarning, and then with a final kiss, he had no choice but to let her go andmake his way out to his bike.

Dirty didn’t dawdle. He hated the loud ringing inhis head so fucking loudly, it was getting impossible to ignore. Something badhad happened, and that meant Fritz was in danger.

Riding hard, he covered ground, not caring aboutthe speed limit as he got to the warehouse at the same time as Colt. Both ofthem saw the problem. The main gates were open.

Fritz never allowed the gates to be freaking open.He and Colt rode in, parked their bikes, and as he climbed off, he reached forhis gun.

Colt was on his cell phone, sending out the alertto the rest of the club. It wouldn’t be long before they had backup. Dirty tookthe lead, making his way to the main door that usually required Fritz to openit, but it had been broken into.

“A small explosive,” Dirty said, seeing the blackmarks and the sign of the explosion. This wasn’t good.

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