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“How do you?” I start, but he cuts me off.

“The van is gone,” he says, gesturing to the parking lot. I look around, and I realise he is right.

“Fuck!” Ghost roars, gripping his hair. He pulls out his cell and places it to his ear. “Woman, I swear to fucking god, you will not be able to sit down for a fucking week by the time I’m through with you,” he growls before disconnecting.

Cash walks over. “Firemen are on their way. I’ve rung Jared. He’s on his way to calm the police presence,” he states.

“Fuck, I thought I’d fucking lost Nova,” Spider sighs, rubbing at his chest.

We all nod, feeling the same as him. “For once, I feel fucking relieved that they snuck off,” I say on a long breath.

“Fuck, I want to hold her and spank her fucking ass all at the same time,” Beast complains.

“Star will get my fucking hand around her throat for this,” Ghost growls, the anger just radiating off him.

It tookthe firefighters over an hour to put the fire out. The women were still not back yet, and all of us were getting more and more irritated.

Jared comes over and stands next to us, surveying the damage. “Shit, you need to end Eugene,” he sighs.

“It ain’t for want of trying,” Ghost states through gritted teeth.

“I know. He’s a slippery son of a bitch,” Jared agrees.

“Can’t you fucking do something?” Beast asks him.

“Not without getting caught. I’ve already pushed my limits by sharing the information I had with you. Now I’ve got my boss sniffing around my ass,” Jared sighs.

“I know, man. We appreciate what you’ve done for us. Just feels like we keep getting a dead end at every fucking turn,” Ghost sighs. “And now the fucker has destroyed what we have built and worked for.” Ghost gestures to the smoking shell of the club.

“Well, I’ve made sure your local PD put this down as a gas leak. The less commotion this causes, the better. Eugene has eyes everywhere. He will be watching right fucking now, believe me. Even in my fucking team,” Jared hisses.

Ghost raises a brow. “Care to enlighten us on that?” he asks.

Jared looks at Ghost and opens his mouth to answer him, but his gaze catches something behind us. I turn and see the black van pull in. Dixie’s eyes are wide as she takes in the scene. Ghost follows his gaze, a deep growl rumbling from his chest.

“This isn’t finished,” Ghost states to Jared.

Jared’s lips twitch, fighting back a smile as Ghost storms to the van and yanks the door open. We hear Star let out a scream as Ghost grabs her and throws her over his shoulder before walking off. The rest of the ol’ ladies each get out, and one by one the brothers grab them and hold them close.

“Tell Ghost I will be in touch,” he says with a nod before he walks to his car.

I walk to the van, and Alina is the last one to get out. I grab her hand in mine and lead her to my bike. As I place the helmet on her head, she stares at the club with a stunned face.

“What happened?” she breathes out.

I swing my leg over the bike. “Get on,” I order. Thankfully, she doesn’t protest, doing as she’s told, wrapping her arms around me tight. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck her right here, right fucking now, on the back of my bike. The fear I felt thinking I had lost her, then the fucking mixture of fury and relief that she had fucked off to who knows where, doing fuck knows what. I want to make her punish her and pleasure her all at once.

I don’t ride back to the safe house. Instead, I ride us home, wanting her in my bed, in my fucking house. I press the button for the gates to open, then I speed up the drive, making her grip tighten around me. Coming to a stop, I swiftly kill the engine. She moves and gets off the bike. I get off and grab her hand, not giving her a chance to remove the helmet before I storm up the steps to the house and unlock the door.

“Hap, slow down,” she protests.

I kick the door shut behind us, then reset the alarm before I turn on her. I unclasp the clip of the helmet and chuck it to the floor with a loud clatter, making her jump. Her eyes search mine, trying to read my mood. I don’t say a word as I take her hand in mine and lead her upstairs into our bedroom. Once we are in the middle of the room, I let go of her. Turning around, I close the door before I kick off my boots and remove my cut and T-shirt. She stands there unmoving, her eyes watching me, anxiously nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Take your clothes off,” I order, my tone firm and sharp.

I unbutton my jeans before I take a seat on the chair in the far corner, keeping my eyes on her as she slowly removes that tiny cheerleader outfit. She stops, standing there in nothing but her black lace underwear. I allow my eyes to roam over her body, taking in every curve of her fucking delectable body. My eyes linger on the small curve of her growing stomach. Mine.

“Come here,” I order, my voice low.

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