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She tilts her head. “Why?”

“We took an oath at initiation to never break any codes of conduct,” he answers.

She thinks for a moment, swiping her tongue over her teeth. “And you can’t just break the oath? It’s not like anybody outside of this room knows about our…arrangement.”

I’m outnumbered. The hesitation on Lifesaver’s and Brander’s faces shows me all I need to know. It’s not the Vultures badge they’re afraid of losing. It’s Alice.

Sometimes I think former deceased members watch over us in spirit form and whisper secrets to the Prez when anything arises. I’ve seen it happen before many times. Beaty, for example. He got tossed out into the desert just as I was starting six years ago, for shifting murder blame onto a Bratva assassin when really it was him responsible for the death of one of the club’s prospects. Apparently“He stole my girl”wasn’t a good enough excuse.

Other instances have occurred, point being thatnothinggoes unnoticed.

Breaking the code of conduct will, at some point down the line, get me banished.

If there’s one thing worse than being tied down to a woman who will have me surrendered to my emotions for the rest of my life, it’s losing my place in this club.

Hands folded over her chest, Alice stands waiting for somebody to speak, swinging her hips back and forth in that tiny orange G-string.

My eyes drift south to the thin fabric that covers her mound. A desire to snatch a pair of Lifesaver’s medical scissors and cut the thing off grows more and more tempting. Lifesaver’s tense posture makes sense to me now, when he went to unlock the door for Alice. Hiding under her clothes is, indeed, the whole world. I feel myself morphing into a servant, just looking at her. One command and I’ll do it. Anything she desires. No hesitation. Morals and codes of conduct trashed.

“Look, sweetness, we’re really sorry for last night. If removing the tattoo is something you want, we can give you some money and recommend a tattoo artist who will clean everything up.”

We’ll probably have to coax him with an additional grand to keep his mouth shut in case any club members pay him a visit and start asking questions.

Alice drops her hands to her sides. “No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want that.”

“Then what do you want?” Brander shoves his hands into his pockets. “How can we apologize? Say the word and we’ll do it. We’ll make it up to you.” He grits his teeth. “Try to, at least.”

The blush on Alice’s face quickly turns a tomato red. She looks away to the window, but drops her gaze because the blinds are drawn. She messes with her fingernails, picking at the ends of the manicured tips as if to avoid eye contact with all three of us.

What’s going on in that gorgeous head of hers?

Deep down, I think I know. The blushed-red cheeks would suggest she’s thinking about the activities that unfolded at Brander’s last night, and how they didn’t go quite…all the way.

The thought thickens my pulse.

Sweat pools hot down my back.

I’m in if that’s what she’s thinking.

All she has to do is say the words and?—

“Alice?” Lifesaver slides in front of her. Tries to meet her eyes.

“We could”—she looks at Lifesaver—“pick up from where we left off at Brander’s yesterday evening…?”

“Pick up from where?” Brander frowns.

“We could go…all the way?”

The suggestive question buckles my knees, and the sweat down my back becomes boiling in temperature that will make me pass out if I keep this fucking shirt on for one more minute.

Lifesaver’s voice breaks. “If that’s what you want.”

Alice shakes away her hair and raises her chin so it’s perpendicular to her neck. “Yeah,” she says, assured. This time she flashes each of us a look, a sort of confidence sparking in her eye that hasn’t been present up until now. “It is what I want. Right here. All of you. You’re standing here telling me that you all belong to me. Why don’t you just show me?”

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BRANDER

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