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I do a little shimmy and bounce up to him and kiss him on the cheek.

Seriously they've turned me into a fucking girl.I'm a badass assassin.

We lock up the garage after I pull Scar out and make our way inside. The body in there has already been dragged out and is stacked in the backyard with the other two.

I walk over to the closet, and grab my travel case for Kelly, because she’s coming with me. I don’t care what the guys say. Luckily for them, they don't protest or say anything when I find her and put her inside, then go into the fridge and pack her necessities.

Finally, I go to the bedroom and throw a few things in a bag. I grab all my necessities from the bathroom, including my supply of creams just in case. I know I don't need them for the guys, but you never know when somebody else could be around.

The whole time I have two sexy ass bikers, not five feet away.

Once I'm done, we make our way to the front door where I arm my system. It takes me a minute to remember how to do it because I rarely use it. When we step outside, I see someone has brought Scar upfront.

And the bitch is purring.

I walk up to her with a scowl on my face. Before I get to the traitorous bitch, I hand Beck all of my bags. Everything except Kelly. She's riding with me. He throws everything in the backseat of my car and I growl at my bike. “Bitch, he's mine.”

I smile, and throw my leg over her seat. “Well… are you guys coming? I don't know where I'm going.” I throttle her a few times, letting her thunderous roar out. Gods, I love the sound as much as I love the vibration between my legs from her.

All the guys scramble for their bikes, except for Beck who climbs into Kira, and we head out.

Chapter 27

Beck

When we pull up to the ranch, I park Kira off to the side away from where we park the bikes. I know better than to block anyone's ride. On the way to Ivy’s she explained the spell her friend put on her car and bike. I’ll admit it freaked me out more than a little bit when Kira took over at Stanley’s, but now that I have an explanation, I’m perfectly comfortable riding with her. Apparently, the feeling is mutual because she told Ivy she doesn’t want anyone but her or me driving her. I may not be Ivy’s favorite, but I feel like I have a leg up on the other guys now.

Before I shut off the engine, I stroke the steering wheel. “Thank you for letting me drive today.” I can’t feel her like Ivy can, so I don’t get a response, but I know she understands me.

I hop out and grab Ivy’s bags out of the backseat. She didn’t bring much, so she’s clearly not planning on staying long. We’re going to have our work cut out for us, convincing her to stay, permanently.

The rest of the guys and Ivy show up. I'm surprised they didn't beat me here. I wait for them to park their rides and watch the wonder on Ivy's face.

“Wow, this is nice. I was really expecting some rundown, concrete jungle or something but it's really spacious. You can see every fucking star in the sky out here! I love how close to nature you are. If you hadn't noticed, my house is pretty far from my nearest neighbors, too. Not quite as out in the sticks as your place, though.”

“We are scorpions, you know. Scorpions prefer the desert not cities,” Neo chuckles as she takes in the outside of the compound.

“Shut up,” she chuckles as she rolls her eyes.

The house is a typical Southwest stucco with terra-cotta roof. It's one story ranch style. However, ours is U-shaped to accommodate all six of us.

Looking over at Ivy, she's got her nose scrunched up. Then she asks, “Thought you said the whole club lives here? Looks awfully small for what… Three dozen or so.”

King walks up beside her, wraps his arm around her waist, and guides her up the two steps to the wraparound deck. “We have roughly three dozen cabins throughout the five hundred acres that we own. That way they each have their own space and we have ours. And before you ask, they do not enter without knocking. They know better.”

That seems to satisfy her. She grins, but it doesn't reach her eyes. My guess is she's not happy to be here. Well, we'll have to see if we can change that.

DJ walks up on the other side of her and opens the door. Walking in, she looks around at everything. Not sure if she's taking it all in or assessing what she can use to kill us in our sleep if we piss her off.

“Yep, this is what I expected. It looks like a typical bachelor pad.” She's pretty much right. The main room is one giant open area with lots of seating and a giant stone fireplace on the east wall.

“This is the only section of the main house that other members of the club are allowed in,” DJ explains to her.

There's a gourmet kitchen towards the back with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances that Cree insisted on. I swear if he wasn't a biker, he could've been a chef.

There’s a table that seats twelve between the kitchen and the dining room also. It's made out of some exotic wood that has live edged I guess they call it. Kind of rustic, but blends in well with the cabin feel.

“Wow, that's an amazing kitchen. Too bad I can't cook to save my ass,” Ivy chuckles.

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