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“We need to find him,” Reno said. “He needs to learn a lesson.”

I nodded. “Yes. He can’t hurt our woman and get away with it.”

“What do we do about the club?”

“You mean the fact they’ve all been fucking her?” I asked.

“Yeah. That. Not too crazy about the thought they’ve all seen her naked, had their cocks down her throat, or elsewhere. At the same time, if she hadn’t come here to be a club whore, we may have never met her. I don’t look down on her for what she’s done. She was only trying to survive.”

“It’s not going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever is.”

A soft knock came at the door right before it swung open. Houston walked in, looking haggard. He hadn’t been gone very long, but it seemed as if he suddenly had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Are they gone?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I have a feeling they’ll be back. They were pissed we took Ginger away, and demanded she come back to play with them. Fuck! How could we have been so blind? We let those… those… pedophiles into our home!” Houston ran a hand through his hair. “She’s going to need protection. Now that they’ve found her, they won’t stop until she’s in their possession.”

“We’re claiming her,” I said. “I don’t even want to take it to Church. If anyone says no, I can’t promise I won’t unleash every bit of my anger on them.”

Houston waved a hand. “Already discussed it with Vegas. Take her. We’ll have a property cut made for her. Just know this is far from over.”

“We’ll be ready and waiting,” I said. And we would. If those men dared to touch Ginger again, I’d break every bone in their bodies. No one would ever hurt her again.

Ginger

I stretched, pointing my toes and lifting my arms over my head. Despite the horror of seeing those men again, I’d slept incredibly well. I rolled to my side and watched Reno as he slept. He was the only one in bed with me, and I didn’t know where Bronx had gone. Had someone come for him this morning?

Reno slept peacefully. I studied his face and his broad shoulders. Last night, he and Bronx had said they wanted to keep me. I didn’t think Vegas would let them. How long did I have before they’d make me leave the club? A few hours? A few days?

I reached out and ran my fingers over Reno’s jaw. He was such a sweet man. Both him and Bronx. I hoped they wouldn’t cause trouble when Vegas kicked me out. They deserved to be happy, and I knew I’d only bring heartache to them. They may want to save me right now, but eventually they’d regret their decision.

“You’re staring,” Reno murmurs, not even opening his eyes.

“How could you tell?”

One corner of his lips lifted in a smile. “I can feel you watching me. What’s on your mind, little one?”

I couldn’t told him. Not my true thoughts. He and Bronx didn’t seem to like it when I said anything bad about myself. I didn’t know how they’d ended up in a club full of bikers. Out of all of them, they were the sweetest.

“Why don’t we take a shower and head downstairs for some breakfast?” Reno asked, leaning up on one elbow. “I bet that’s where Bronx is.”

“I can go downstairs to clean up.”

He shook his head. “We’ll use the bathroom here. You can put on one of Bronx’s shirts to go downstairs. From now on, you aren’t allowed to prance around naked in front of anyone else.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Bronx and I are claiming you. It’s already approved. As of now, you’re our old lady.”

My mouth dropped open, and I snapped it shut. What did he say? Their old lady? Houston had asked about it last night. But neither Reno nor Bronx had ever mentioned it to me. What happened after I fell asleep?

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Bronx and I have discussed it before. We wanted to keep you. Make you ours. Didn’t think the club would like it, but after last night, I think Houston and Vegas feel like they owe you something. So they agreed. You’re ours, little one. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“Yours?” I studied his face and realized he meant every word. “What about KiKi and the other girls? I’m new here. What if they think I’m stealing the two of you from them?”

“KiKi is the only one we’ve brought up here in the last year. You heard her. She doesn’t feel like you’ve stolen us away from her.” He reached out and cupped my cheek. “No one is going to be angry. Understood?”

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