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With that, he leaves me in his room, hot, damp, and panting after him like a starving woman.

CHAPTER FIVE

SOLO

Leaving Elsie hot and bothered in my room was hard as fuck, but so is my greedy cock right now. My balls ache with need, feeling heavy in my boxers.

That’s what I get for fucking my hand for the past year and not sinking into a wet, easy cunt. But the only pussy I want is back there in my room, fucking primed for me.

Bollocks.

Making my way to the main room, I see the guys are still mulling around. I scan the area for the kids, before I stop to look at Pres.

“Nadine has the kids in the games room, watching a film. They seem okay for now. We told them that they had their own room, while their mum rests up.”

I nod. “Thanks, Pres. We need to call Church. Elsie told me something this fucker said to her.”

“CHURCH,” he bellows.

I follow behind him, Dutch coming up behind me, slapping me on the shoulder.

“Your woman okay?”

“She will be, brother. Just need to get rid of this prick, then her and the kids can move on with their lives.”

“Here, right?” He smirks at me.

I wink. “Damn straight, brother.”

“Una, Adele and Nadine will be happy having another woman around the place,” he says.

“Yeah, and how much fucking trouble will they get in?” I laugh as we enter the room where we hold our club meetings.

“My woman had better be a good girl from now until she pops my kid out, or she’ll feel my hand on her lush arse.”

“Dutch, that is not a threat to Una. She loves spankings,” Kink calls out, joining us at the table.

“True,” Dutch laughs.

“Okay, you bunch of gossips. Solo spoke to Elsie and she handed over some more information. Son...”

I nod to Pres.

“Elsie told me it was her ex-brother-in-law who came after her and the kids. He came to the house that Kink rented for her. No fucking clue how he found her, but he did. He slapped her around a little, giving her that split lip. That cunt drew blood from my woman,” I growl. The guys show their anger with growls and fist thumps to the table.

“Luckily, the kids were upstairs when it happened so they didn’t see shit. He said shit that’s making me believe he is linked to or working for some wannabe gangster. Some punk who thinks he is all that. The prick also told Elsie that if she didn’t tell him where her ex-husband is, he will come back for her; make her pay and take the kids to sell. Told her they would bring a pretty penny.”

My blood boils in my veins. The need to gut him like a pig rushes through my body.

An angry rumble fills the room from all the brothers sitting around the oak table that holds the carving of the club’s logo.

My fists ball up, tightening on the table. My body fills with need to see the life drain from his eyes as he takes his last breath. Then I will bury him next to his brother’s body.

How fucking ironic that would be.

“Does Elsie have any idea who this prick is working for?” Boost asks.

“No. He never said a name, just bragged about it.”

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