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“Sounds good.”

King waved at them from the bar where he stood talking to Keys. Sutton lifted her head. “Is that the elusive all-seeing eyes guy?”

“You mean Keys? Then, yes, that would be him. The woman next to him is his wife. Her name is Palmer. They have two kids and another on the way.”

“They must have a prerequisite that all the men in this club be hot, tattooed, and built like brick shit houses. I’ve literally never seen so many men who look like they stepped off of GQ mixed with Ink Masters in my entire life. You, of course, top the list of hottest of them all, though. Oh god, I need to shut up. This is what happens when I’m running on lack of sleep. I have no filter.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“You just saved yourself a spanking with that last bit, baby girl.”

“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it, and you wouldn’t like doing it to me. Remember, I like the feel of your hand on my ass, and you like looking at it. I enjoyed it when you spanked my pussy, though.”

“Holy fuck. I’ve created a monster.”

She lifted her head, nipping his chin. “Your little monster.”

“I’ve been calling you Passerotta, which means little sparrow. I think I’ll have to start calling you Mostriciattola for little monster.”

Her grin was wide and full of pleasure. “I like that.”

He pulled her head back to his neck. “You would. I have a feeling you’re definitely going to be my everything.”

She giggled.

His little monster. His woman. His—everything. What would she think if she realized he was the real monster after she learned he was holding her with the same hands that just killed a man and a woman without remorse?

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kendrick replayed the night's events in his head on the way back to the cabin. He and the Royal brothers entered what he now considered their war room, leaving Sutton with T-Rex. They met with Keys, who showed them Frankie's whereabouts. The man and his SUV were less than twenty miles from the compound, and from what Keys could tell, they were coming in fast.

“Let’s meet them halfway. If we wait, it puts those at the clubhouse at too great a risk.”Kendrick pointed out what he felt was obvious.

“That’s what my plan was. However, we don’t know how many Frankie has with him or what kind of firepower he’s bringing.”King let out a frustrated sigh.

“What did the little prick have to say? Obviously, he was supposed to drug Sutton here at the bar. How was he supposed to get Sutton to them?”The memory was enough to make him want to rip the fucker’s throat out with his bare hands.

“He said they figured she’d get violently ill and need to go to the hospital. They planned to show up there and take over at that point. We had him call Frankie Boy and let him know ‘Operation Stupid’ was good to go. That’s how we know where he is. I called in a favor to get dumbasses family out of harm’s way as well. He wasn’t lying. Frankie had two men inside his home. I didn’t tell Hose the details, but his ole’ lady was pretty beat up. She’s going to need some therapy, at least. I'm not sure if they did anything other than hit her. She’s beautiful, and the men were like those we took out at the casino.”King went quiet.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll take care of them. Anything they need, I’ll cover it.”Kendrick pinched the bridge of his nose.

“We take care of our own, Kendrick.”

“This is on me. None of this would’ve happened if Frank the fuck wasn’t out to hurt me and mine. Is there any way to know if Taysey is with him?”She was a thorn in his side he didn’t want to have to be looking for after he finished with Frankie and his bullshit.

King looked at Keys. The other man shook his head.

“I’m going to head toward them. Andre and I have faced worse odds. If they have a carload, that can’t be more than six men. That’s six to two. Not bad. Plus, we have the element of surprise on our side.”He stood, rolling his shoulders.“Will you do me a favor and...if anything happens, make sure Sutton is safe.”

“Ah, shit. I thought your brother was the cowboy in the family. You ain’t going alone. Let’s roll. We have two rigs ready. One left about ten minutes ago. Trust me, ain’t nobody going to think it’s one of ours. He’ll pass them, then double back. We’ll come at them and box the fucker in between us. Let’s do this.”King moved toward two double doors and pressed his palm against the panel.

Kendrick felt like a kid in a candy store as the man started handing out guns to everyone, like Oprah freaking Winfrey.

They exited out the back through a concealed door. A chrome SUV, the likes of which he’d never seen before, sat idle with a driver already behind the wheel. King opened the passenger door while he and Duke slid toward the center row. The back opened where a third row sat facing the wrong direction. Andre and two other men climbed in, and the door shut with a push of a button.

“Here we go. FYI, this rig is the latest addition to my fleet. It’s bulletproof from the top to the bottom. It has an upgradedmilitary-grade sensor system that will go off if they launch anything like a rocket or such at us. Don’t ask because I procured this in a way that may not be so legal. I’m working to get the proper paperwork to get her licensed and road-legal. Until then, I only get to take her out on special trips like this.”

“If it sounds like my brother just jizzed in his jeans, he probably just did. This is his dream rig other than his bikes. Not that I blame him. If you’re going to ride in a cage, it should be an A plus one like this one.” Duke held his hand up for a high-five with King. The two brothers slapped palms like kids laughing as the vehicle roared down the road.

While he wasn’t a car or truck snob, he did appreciate a sweet ride. “You want to sell this thing, you let me know.”

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