Page 34 of Royally Lucky

“I’ll be back after I take care of a few things. I need you to stay here and promise you won’t leave the compound under any circumstance.” He brushed his knuckles down Sutton’s cheek. The shiver she tried to hide made his dick jerk, but he couldn’t do anything other than shove the desire down.

“When will you return?”

“Sutton, you’re safe here.” Her fear fueled him to end the shit as quickly as possible.

“I know.”

He watched her swallow and wished they were alone, thinking how it was with his dick in her mouth while she had her lips wrapped around it. He was a fucking sadist.

Not wanting to leave her without feeling her against his frame, he pulled her close. She smelled like raspberry and vanilla, reminding him of the shower gel and what they’d done that morning. His dick jerked with need.

“Andre will stay here with you.”

She pushed away from him, shaking her head in denial. “No, he goes with you, or I won’t stay.”

“Sutton, this isn’t a negotiation,” he growled.

“You’re right. This is me telling you how it’s going to be. He goes with you, and I stay here, or we all go. Period. What’s it going to be?” She nibbled on her plump bottom lip. Kendrick wanted to bend her over his knee and teach her she didn’t tell him what the rules would be. However, he let her have this victory. Oh, she’d pay for the defiance later. His hand itched. Helet her see the fire in his stare, let her know without words the way she affected him as he reached for her, allowing her to feel his erection straining against her.

“My woman has a temper. You win this time, but trust me, there will be consequences when I return, Passerotta.” He kissed her hard and fast, knowing if he didn’t, he’d toss her over his shoulder and do a lot more if he didn’t get the fuck out of there.

Kendrick and Andre rode with Traeger and a couple of other men in a large SUV, watching the scenery pass by in a blur with thoughts of Sutton and the stricken look on her face.

“Hey, everything will work out. Besides, when you get back, you can take her back to the cabin, and after you put her over your knee, you can kiss her all better and apologize for being heavy-handed.” Traeger winked at him from the passenger seat.

The other men chuckled as he grunted.

“Am I that obvious?” He wasn’t sure if he was asking about being upset at leaving Sutton or the need to dominate. Hell, all the Royal MC members appeared to be of the same mindset. Of course, he hadn’t noticed Jeter being as dominating, but then again, he and his younger brother were nearly a decade apart in age.

“Alright, we are about ten minutes out. The casino has a loading dock, which Keys says is the best place for us to enter. From there, we’ll split up and keep in contact through the earpieces.” Traeger held his hand out, giving Kendrick and Andre one.

After ensuring they could all speak and hear, everyone went silent. Kendrick checked his weapons, unscrewing the silencers and putting them back on.

A voice in his ear crackled, giving them directions.

“There’s movement on the executive level. However, I just found a new schematic of the casino. It appears someone hasbeen digging and doing construction under the radar.” Keys tone held an odd note.

“There’s more so just out with it.” The SUVs pulled up between two semi-trailers. Their driver, Digger, kept the vehicle running while they waited for Keys to speak.

“The area is expansive, at least the size of two football fields. There appear to be rooms, and the walls are thick. There are receipts for equipment. Fuck, brothers, the shit that went on down there could rival the best BDSM clubs. I’d say they’ve got a hidden club below the casino that only members can access.”

“Shit. How will we find the entrance, let alone get in?” Traeger asked.

“You wound me with your lack of faith.” There’s tapping, and time passes—Kendrick’s pulse raced. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, even with the air in the vehicle keeping it cool.

After closer to fifteen minutes, Keys gave them the all-clear signal. The three of them exited while Duke, Rev, Steelshot, Smoke, and a few other MC brothers he hadn’t met exited a third vehicle.

“I swear riding in a cage is such a bitch,” Smoke grumbled.

Kendrick holstered his two Glock 19 nine millimeters into the double shoulder harness. The custom piece allowed him to have two extra magazines for easy loading.

“When you get inside, you’ll find a storage garage. From what I see through the camera footage, this is where they brought in all the groceries and products. Now, the issue I’m having is finding cameras I can hack that lead to where this undocumented area is. I hate sending you guys in blind.”

Kendrick heard the frustration in the man’s voice, but he’d been in worse situations. At least they had a way of getting in undetected, he hoped.

“We’re going to split up. Rev. You, Smoke, Rig, and Razor will go to the casino floor. It’s why I had you dress like that,”Duke said. He waved his hand toward the men who had on what Kendrick assumed wasn’t their typical attire.

“Last time I wore a fucking tie was at my Pops funeral, man. You’re lucky I didn’t burn it.” The man they called Smoke rumbled. He had black and grey hair but couldn’t be much older than Jeter. His voice, though, sounded as if he’d gargled glass.

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