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The clubhouse is the best place for he when she is not in work, but I know that we need to find this fucker and make him pay for taunting her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

LILITH

I smile at the prospect, whose name I now know is Logan, but he told me that I can just call him Prospect until he serves his time and hopefully becomes a full patched member like Jack and the other guys.

The prospect is helping me clean up the store after a very busy day. I sent home my staff, because only the cleaning was left to do, except for the candies that are cooling in the back. Once they are cool enough, I will powder them up and bag them for tomorrow.

I like to leave my store clean and ready for the next day. It has always made me anxious walking into an untidy store.

“We need to stop at the grocery store on the way to the clubhouse; there are some things I need to pick up so I can help Dominic with some snacks he wants to make,” I inform him, but he is already shaking his head at me.

“Jack has given strict instructions that we are to take you straight to the clubhouse after we finish here,” is his reply.

“But the both of you will be guarding me. I am sure it will be safe, just in and out,” I plead.

“No can do, sorry, Lil.”

“I will be quick, and you will be right by my side.” I pout, making him chuckle and smile.

Let me tell you what a smile it is. It lights up his handsome face, making his bright blue eyes shine. His dirty blond hair is in the style of what we call ‘hero hair’ and he has matching stubble. He is a man who the women swoon over when he smiles at them, but when he winks, I am sure there is not a dry pair of panties in the house.

“Sorry, but my patch is on the line, babe. I am sure that Risky or Farrah will have plenty of stuff at the club. Use that.”

“Stop being so freaking loyal, Logan,” I say in a teasing tone; he winks at me and continues sweeping.

He will make a great addition to the club when he gets patched in.

I wave to the other prospect, who has been outside all day keeping watch, then go into the back to finish up.

“I am going in the back to finish up the dreaded pots and pans.” He laughs as I walk away from him, leaving him to go do the jobs that he does not have to do.

I have noticed throughout today that Logan is shy, but it is clear he has a way with the women. He has a soft side to him and is more than happy to help anyone who needs it, but he can’t take a compliment. He blushes and it adds to his cuteness, not that I would say anything to Jack.

“Give me a shout if you need anything,” he calls to me.

When I enter the kitchen, I pick up my phone and select some music to play to help pass the time.

Filling the sink up with hot water, I soak the larger pan that I used for a big cake today, then I add some pans to the dishwasher, before I clean the surfaces. Everything needs to becleaned because if you leave sticky melted sugar on anything for a long period of time, it is a nightmare to get off.

Once most of the cleaning is done, I check that the candies have cooled enough to be bagged up, ready to be sold tomorrow, making sure to take some bags with me, one each for the prospects and some for Dominic.

He asked for a specific flavor: strawberries and cream. He is a sucker for it.

I have been staying at the clubhouse for three days now, and so far, we have not had any incidents. I have had no phone calls, and no dead fish have popped up. There has been no word on Christopher. Maverick has been keeping an eye on him. He has been doing his same typical routine that he did with me: go to work, hit the gym, go home, and visit the many girlfriends that he has on the side.

I would say that I am sorry that he is doing this to Vanessa, but she knew what he was like when she slept with him while he was with me. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

A part of me is telling me to inform her of what he is doing, but another part of me is saying that karma is doing her work, and I also believe that Vanessa will just use this to attack me and say that I am jealous of their marriage.

Believe me I am not; I am glad that I have moved on with my life. To think about who else he would have been sleeping with if I had stayed all of this time… it also occurred to me that he may have children running around with the amount of women he has been sleeping with.

Walking over to the storage unit that houses all of my candy bags, I start bagging up the singular bags with candies. It doesn’t take me too long, as I am used to doing this. Setting the mini bags to one side ready for tomorrow, I sing along to the song on the radio and collect the trash from the three trash cans that I have in the kitchen.

Tying the bags closed, I lift them up, only taking two at a time as they are heavy. I know that I should call Logan to help me, but he is busy out front. Jack will not be happy with me not letting his guys know that I am leaving the store, even if it is only for a few short minutes.

I mean, what is the worst that can happen?

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