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I think about her ex, but there’s no way he could possibly know where she’s at, so finally nod. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

“We’ll send a prospect with them as well. We don’t have any problems around here as a rule, but why take chances? I’m sure someone out there would love to get their hands on one of our women,” Raptor says.

“And they’d die,” Ares promises, a gleam in his eyes.

“That they would,” Raptor agrees.

The women left an hour ago under the watchful eyes of a prospect. A sense of unease slithers through me, but I shake it off so I can focus on getting everything possible taken care of on her RV. I want to get us back to Roanoke, even though now I’ll have to see about building a house for us since I gave Ryleigh and Brick our family home. I can’t wait to head out on the club’s boat so we can fish, or sit up in our deer stand to see what she’s got. Just the thought of her toting a rifle, her delectable body encased in camo, has me adjusting my cock.

“What the fuck is this?” Kracken yells, stepping back from the RV. I watch in avid fascination as hundreds of small baggies fall down around his feet. Moving closer, I crouch and pick one of them up and shock courses through me.

“Drugs? She doesn’t seem the type,” Scythe muses, now crouched next to me holding his own bag.

“Bet they are her ex’s,” I mutter. “Because she’s about as wholesome as they come, Brother.”

“Gather it all up so we can destroy it. We don’t run drugs and I know y’all don’t either,” Raptor decrees. Even though he’s not my club president, he’s still one for this chapter so without hesitation, I follow his orders.

“Fuck, that’s got some major street value,” Ares says as we look down at the small pile of baggies now covering theworkbench. “If it belongs to her ex, maybe that could explain why he’s still trying to find her?”

“She said he didn’t know about the RV,” I reply, questions swirling in my head.

“How much does she really know about him?” Raptor asks.

I shrug. Hell, I don’t even know his full name, and since I don’t want her upset, I hadn’t planned to ask.

“Let’s get Facet to see if he can access her shit, might be able to find something out,” Gator, the chapter’s VP, states.

Maybe an hour or so later, while we’re in the common room around the bar, drinking beer and shooting the shit since we’ve done all we can today, Ares’ phone rings. When he pulls it out, a grin crosses his face and I realize it’s probably his ol’ lady, Ember. My hackles raise, however, when his voice raises and I hear, “Slow down, babe, and repeat what you just said. Where’s the prospect? Wait, what? Okay, we’re on our way.”

I’m already standing up when he looks at the rest of us and says, “Rory was taken.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Rory

I’m having such a good time with the women from the club. We got our nails all prettied up, something I haven’t done in a very long time, and are now at a local mall. I’ve been teased unmercifully about Banshee and me, which means I’ve been red most of the morning. Now, after hitting up a few stores, we’re at the food court for some lunch.

“So, what’s between you two?” Ember asks as we search for a table large enough for the four of us. The prospect won’t sit with us; according to the girls, he’ll be at a nearby table so he can watch everyone around us for potential threats.

“I figured y’all would be able to tell me,” I retort. “After all, everything else has been dissected so far today.”

“You have to admit, based on how you two were last night compared to this morning,somethinghappened. Y’all were so different, it was beyond obvious.”

I lost my heart,I think.Hook, line, and sinker.

“He said I was his,” I reply, shrugging.

Her eyes grow wide, but she doesn’t say anything until Sage and Sloane have joined us, then she turns to them and whisper-yells, “He told her she was his!”

“What’s the big deal?” I ask, getting a little aggravated. Although, I might actually be hangry. Guess until I have some food in my stomach, the jury will remain out.

“The big deal is these men of ours,” Sage says, pointing to the other two women, “are alpha assholes to the extreme most of the time.”

“Until they fall for a woman,” Sloane adds, nodding while removing the paper from her straw. “When that happens, it’s obvious to anyone who’s ever been around him.”

“So, y’all know Banshee?” I question, eager to hear anything there is to know about him, but not wanting to examine the reasons closely.

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