Page 53 of Royally Lucky

Ayesha tossed a napkin at him. “I was going to offer you a cinnamon roll I baked last night. Now you get none.”

Andre stood up, his chair scraping loudly before falling to his knees. “I apologize. Please, don’t punish me by withholding food. I’m a starving boy.”

“Fucking pussy,” King muttered.

Kendrick rolled his eyes as Ayesha snorted. There was no missing the smile on her friend's face as she walked to the fridge, though. “Fine, you can have one, but that one doesn’t get any,” Ayesha mumbled.

King tossed his head back, laughing and slapping his hand on the table. “Ah, you and I know you’ll be hand-feeding me a cinnamon roll if I tell you to.”

Again, Ayesha’s cheeks turned red as she grumbled.

Sutton and Kendrick sat up at the clubhouse that night, enjoying drinks and dancing, when he looked at his phone and tensed. His eyes hardened. She didn’t have to ask to know he’d received something she wouldn’t like.

“Somebody took you the last time I left you here. However, I can’t risk ignoring this lead. Yet, the thought of taking you with me makes me sick to my stomach.” He looked around the club.

“Who did the message come from?”

Kendrick showed her the screen. She sucked in a breath as she read. Keys, the man who seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere, found Frankie.

“Why would he be moving closer to here? He has to know you have several dozen armed men and security here.”

He shrugged. She wasn’t an idiot, and neither was he.

“There’s more than one inside here he can get to,” she said. It was the only logical answer.

King and Duke came into view as the crowd parted for the President and VP of the MC. Their commanding presence alone could make men and women shiver in fear or lust. Tonight, those in the area were giving them both a wide berth as neither man looked pleased.

“Kendrick, I see Keys sent you the same message he did us?”

“It appears that way. Do you have any clue who else Frankie could get to within your club?” Kendrick asked, his jaw clenching.

She reached for his hand, needing his touch.

“I’d like to say it can’t be a brother who’d betray his oath. The penalty for that is...let’s just say it’s not something one would do under normal circumstances. We have prospects who we don’t let into our inner circle without being backed by a brother. That shit is also not an easy thing to undertake. Fuck, my gut is usually right on the money when it comes to the men I let ride with me and my brothers. There’s been one bastard who didn’t make the cut.” King looked away for a moment, his eyes cutting back to them with a hardness that terrified Sutton.

“If we follow this lead, will Sutton be safe here?”

King looked around the crowded clubhouse and smiled. “Let’s get a drink to celebrate,” he thundered.

Sutton and Kendrick followed King and Duke to the closest counter that was serving drinks.

“Hose, get me a Maker’s. What’re you drinking?” King looked at Sutton before cutting his eyes back to Kendrick.

Kendrick tugged on Sutton’s hair, running his fingers through the long strands. “Nothing for me, brother. I’m going to head out of here shortly and take Sutton for a drive. She plans to show me her favorite place up the road where she swears you can see the moon almost sitting on top of the mountain like a scene out of a movie.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

She bent her head, hiding her surprise he knew about the visual. “I’ll take a Corona, please.”

The man snorted at her choice. She frowned, wondering what was wrong with a Corona. It wasn’t like she’d ordered a White Claw for fuck’s sake.

Duke asked for the same as King. The four of them turned their backs to the bar, talking as if all was normal. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. When she finished her drink, she placed the bottle on the bar. Another bottle appeared.

“Oh, I don’t want another.” She smiled at the bartender.

He nodded toward the drink. “On the house.”

Duke turned around and grabbed the drink, plucking the piece of fruit from the end. “I’ll drink it if you don’t want it.”

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