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“Not in this lifetime, I won’t. I can promise you that.”

“What do I need to do to get my daughter back?”

“Bring my guns, a million dollars, and five keys, and maybe we can talk.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” His face turned that dangerous shade of red again.

“You heard my terms, nigga. Either you want your daughter back, or you don’t. I don’t give a fuck either way. I’ma get my guns. As for your daughter, that’s up to you. She can keep riding and sucking my dick for all I care.”

“Priest?”

Sunny and I turned our heads sideways to see a man enter the room from the door to our left. He was tall and wore a light, heather gray suit with a black tie. A heather gray felt hat with a black feather in the band rested at an angle on the side of his head.

Behind him was a man dressed in an all-black suit, Daniel’s bodyguard.

“Who this nigga think he is? Al Capone?” Sunny asked with a chuckle and laughed at Daniel.

I smirked at Sunny, but I kept my eyes on Daniel Usher as he joined us.

“Daniel Usher. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Sunny still hadn’t lowered his gun off Morgan.

“I understand that you and I have mutual interests to discuss.”

“Daniel, you and I have nothing to discuss.”

“It’s been brought to my attention that you have some property that belongs to me.”

He wore a deceptive smile. My lip curled up in a sneer, and my eyebrows lowered and pinched together. The revulsion that rolled through me left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was a known fact that Daniel participated in questionable behaviors when it came to women, and most of it was illegal. The knowledge that Morgan had “sold” his daughter to the highest bidder angered me, and it made me more determined not to send September back to them.

She may not know the truth about the men in her life, but I did. I knew that while she thought that I was the worst thing that happened to her, it was really her father and her fiancé. I knew that neither of them meant her no good and that she was safer with my men and me.

None of us took a woman against her will. Were we guilty of being dogs with women? Hell yeah. Were we guilty of fucking multiple women at once and not allowing them to do the same? Fuck yeah. But never would we do anything to a woman that she hadn’t agreed to prior to coming into the club.

Every woman that walked in and out of our club, the sweet butts included, had the freedom to walk right out again. She had the freedom to not accept any treatment that she didn’t deem acceptable.

A little voice inside my head whispered, “Yeah, except for September Morgan.” But I wouldn’t force shit on her, either. That realization struck me like a blow to the skull.

“Daniel, I don’t have shit that belongs to you, especially not your ‘property,’” I replied in a derisive tone.

“Do you not have my fiancée, September Morgan, in your possession?”

“I don’t have anyone in mypossession.”

Daniel Usher sighed loudly, and Christopher Morgan muttered, “You took my daughter, you bastard,” before Daniel silenced him.

“Listen, we can negotiate to—” Daniel began.

“Nigga, we ain’t got shit to negotiate. Tell this muthafucka to give my guns back. As far as his daughter is concerned… well, I’m not sure how much longer she’ll be breathing air if y’all niggas keep playing with me,” I warned and turned on my heel.

I wasn’t worried about a muthafucka doing shit to me. They knew like I knew that this bitch was surrounded outside by my men. We’d staked the place out earlier, and I had known all along Daniel Usher was here. He had one bodyguard with him, and so did Morgan, but they weren’t a match for us.

“Priest!” Morgan screamed just before I left the warehouse. Sunny walked backward until he cleared the doorway. We jumped off the dock and headed back to our bikes while our men kept their guns aimed at the warehouse doors and windows.

When Sunny and I hopped on our bikes, everyone pulled off and made the twenty-minute drive back to the clubhouse. Once we were settled back in my office and had finished reviewing what had occurred, I looked up at Sunny, who pulled his fingers through his beard and shook his head.

“That’s cold, nigga. How you gonna talk about that man’s daughter like that to him?”

“That man didn’t give a shit when he let me run up out that house with his daughter. He knows who the fuck I am. He knows how the Descendents roll. Why the fuck should I give a shit about his feelings?”

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