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Lenz snorts. “Sure you are, after seeing those Broken Deeds fuckers arrive. Blow shit up someone else’s nose, Livi. I know you two want to go to the warehouse and see what they’re doing.”

Fuck.

A hint of anger flows through me and without thinking I shove Lenz’s shoulder. “Are you telling me we’re prisoners? Did my old man tell you to chain my ass to a wall if I wanted to leave?”

Lenz’s eyes grow wider with each word I throw at him.

Livi adds a little more to his shock when she says, “I’m the president’s old lady. You can’t keep me locked up in the clubhouse. Now fucking move. We’re going to have a little chat with our men.”

Lenz’s hand comes up and I growl, “Think before you put your hands on me. Or need I remind you my old man is the club’s enforcer?”

I feel a little bit sorry when he pales at my words, but it’s long forgotten when we brush past him and head for the warehouse. A few brothers are standing in front of it and our cousin, along with the other guys of Broken Deeds, are about to enter.

“Wait up,” Livi states.

“You girls can’t be here,” Macsen states.

Our cousin grins in our direction and steps to the door Macsen holds open for him while everyone else stays outside.

“Fuck it,” I grumble and storm straight ahead.

Macsen steps in my way and I snap, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Not touching you,” Macsen grumbles and shoves his hands in the air while he rumbles loud, “Falcon, help me out, man. Your old lady is–”

I narrow my eyes at the fucker. “I’m what?”

Movement behind him drags my attention to Falcon who is striding toward me. Blood spatters cover his naked chest, his arms, his face. Oh, his eyes. Fierce and completely focused on me. My belly experiences a roller-coaster effect, and my veins fill with lust.

“Horny,” Macsen mutters. “You’re horny and just as twisted as that fucker.”

He steps aside and without thinking I run straight into Falcon’s arms, grab his face and kiss him. I don’t care about the blood staining my clothes or anyone else witnessing my cravings for this man. Fuck them. I’m selfish and take what I want because life is short; the blood on Falcon’s body is a vivid reminder of this little fact.

“You can have my enforcer at your full disposal after we’ve handled club business.” Thorsten’s voice makes Falcon stiffen against me.

Dammit, he melted so perfectly against me, and I could feel him getting hard against my belly.

Shooting a glare in Thorsten’s direction, I snap, “Only if I can watch.”

I can see his lips twitch, and he shakes his head to hide his smile. “Falcon, your old lady, your call.”

“Strong women run in the family,” Archer remarks, and I feel pride hit me due to his words.

Falcon keeps his arm around my waist and guides me into the room. Kayden is tied to a chair. His hands and legs are all bloody. The hammer on the floor explains the way Kayden’s hands and shins look smashed to bits.

“I’m glad I don’t have to clean up the mess this time,” I mutter and then notice something. “No knives?”

Thorsten is the one who says, “Not yet. He knows how to cut, where to cut, how deep and shit, but we still need him breathing ’cause we’re killing him as a brotherhood.”

Kayden’s eyes widen, and it’s Livi who asks, “Aren’t you going to get into trouble? Killing a former cop?”

This time it’s Archer who answers, “He signed his own death warrant when he kept up his biker appearance, wearing club colors while he isn’t a fucking part of the club, and for damn sure not a member.”

“Oh, fuck,” Livi and I mutter in sync.

Falcon snaps his fingers to get his brother’s attention.

Thorsten nods. “Falcon also got a confession from him. Kayden here told Amadeo the assassin he was about to hire didn’t go by the name listed in the email. He knows it’s Archer, the fact he’s Livi’s cousin, and that all of us are working together.”

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