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I swear to fuck that girl can understand humans with the way that she tilts her head when someone is talking to her or all three of them. Like she is genuinely listening.

She sits at my feet, licking my hands, nudging for a scratch.

“You keeping the boys in line, baby girl?” I ask her, slipping her a treat.

She huffs, then brushes past them, walking to the shade.

I give my boys their treats, then their command.

“Shade. Now.” All three walk off, but Ares looks back to me after a few steps, tilting his head.

I click my fingers again and he joins his brother and sister.

Zeus and Ares are Cane Corso’s, and my baby girl Charm is an Akita. She hates all other female dogs and humans too unless you are Ruth or Emmi. When she met Madalyn for the first time, she was weary of her, huffed a few times, so I will need to keep an eye on her when I bring Mads around.

“Target, those parts you ordered came in; they have been sorted into the supply room. I am going to get started on that Indian that came in,” Logan calls to me, with a clipboard in his hands.

“What you want, a gold star?” I joke with him.

“Nah, a cold fucking beer though.” Since he transferred here, I have taken him under my wing as a courtesy to Jack and his woman Lilith, who has a soft spot for the new prospect.

“After we are done for the day, man?”

He nods with a smile on his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You good?” I edge.

“Yeah.” He thinks for a second before adding more. “Heard some chatter about Vinnie and Valarie.”

“Oh, yeah?” He nods.

“When Vinnie went down, he left a big fucking debt, and the gang he owed came after Val, so another crew stepped in to help her and she has been hanging around them. Been seen doing their dealing.”

Logan has his own battle to deal with, involving friends from his past. They seem to be getting into more trouble than he can handle, often dragging his attention away from his job as a prospect.

This is why he came here, and from what I have seen he will stop at nothing to make sure this Val girl is helped.

“Make sure you fill Pres in on what you have heard. He will need to know,” I inform him.

As the VP of the club, I take my responsibility very fucking seriously when it comes to club affairs. I own the Rugged Skulls my life and I will forever be grateful for their loyalty and support and I want to offer that to Logan.

“I will before the day is over.”

“Good.”

A door bangs shut behind us; I look over my shoulder to see Forge coming toward us, with Darian under his arm. Great, now I have to fucking deal with this motherfucker hurting my woman’s best friend and deal with her pulling away.

Forge is a fucking whore. He likes to fuck multiple women at a time; he has a sex addiction that no fucker can cure. My brother kisses her deeply, she moans against his mouth, before he pulls back, smiling at her. He slaps her ass and heads back inside, winking at me as he goes.

“I hope to fuck you know what you are doing,” I state.

Leaning on the wall of the garage, she steps to me, changing her direction from her car that I did not notice.

“I am a big girl, Target. I know what I am doing, believe me. Not only men can sleep around for the fun of it. Women can do.”

“I am not saying shit about that, but Forge cannot commit to anyone, he has a sex addiction.” Licking her lips, she smiles widely.

“Oh, I know. One thing that you and the club need to know is that he does not have an addiction, he has an insatiable appetite for sex, two different things. An addiction means that he will stop at nothing to fuck, and to bust his balls, but a heady appetite for sex just means that he likes all things sex, and is happy to partake in anything sexual.” She winks.

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