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VIRUS

Virus was on cloud nine as he left Sunny standing there looking thoroughly ravished. She’d called him and Adam family, claimed them, and it did something to his very soul. She could’ve told him the winning lotto numbers of every state and he wouldn’t have heard. Everything after family was just noise.

Taking the long way back to his place at blinding speeds wasn’t the best idea, but it felt fucking fantastic. He had the woman, his son, his club, and the open road. What more could a man want in life?

His baby started handling wonky and at the pace he was going, he damn near ate the blacktop. He skid out pretty badly but managed to maintain control to get stopped.

Dismounting, he cursed when he saw the state of the tire. “Fuck.” He counted his blessings she didn’t fucking blow. He would’ve been toast for sure.

Pulling his cell from his pocket, he dialed Squatch.

“Talk to me.”

“Squatch, it’s Virus. I need the flatbed out on Simmons, northbound around mile marker twelve.

“You got it. You need anything else?” It was his way of asking if he was hurt or needed backup.

“Nah. Just the assist.”

“On my way.” Virus ended the call and texted Rae. She was dying for a bath, so he figured she was naked and soapy right about then.

VIRUS: Send nudes.

He laughed and thought he was clever. She’d been in the right mood to enjoy the playful text, or so he thought. But when she hadn’t responded by the time the tow truck came into view, he thought he’d overplayed his hand.

VIRUS: Just kidding, babe … unless you want to. Had an amazing night tonight. Already planning for our family day tomorrow. Love you and good night.

There, better.

“Whoa, didja get a flat?” Squatch asked with a whistle.

“No, that one was like that. The other one actually inflated while I was driving, so I thought I’d pull over and then call you so you could ask me that exact question.” Virus was in a playfully snarky mood. Even though it had bothered him that Rae hadn’t answered his text.

“Give me a hand, smartass.”

Virus hopped in the cab with Squatch after they got his bike loaded.

“Struck out, huh?”

“What?” Virus had no idea what Squatch was on about.

“With your ol’ lady. I thought you were sleeping over.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Yeah, that had been the plan, but after the perfect night by the lake and the goodnight kiss at the door, Rae sent him packing. Not in a bad way. He was riding such a high that he didn’t really fight it. The thought of a long, fast ride sounded amazing, but apparently, his bike had different ideas.

“You let Santa know?” Now Squatch really had him confused.

“Why would it be any of his business where I fucking sleep?”

Squatch slowed the vehicle to a crawl coming up on a stop sign and just stared at him.

“Dude, pussy done addled your brain. You sent her cover home because you were on her.”

Squatch’s words chilled him to the marrow of his bones. “FUCK,” he shouted and dragged his hand through his hair. “Turn here—my place is less than two blocks. I can grab my truck and be back there before Santa can.”

He started a flurry of texts to Rae with no response.

“Nothing?” Squatch asked with concern.

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