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“Sure, if you say so. Now excuse us, we need to handle our business then I need to go and seemy girl. I miss her pussy so fucking bad.” He grins sickly.

Biting back a snarl, I turn to leave, seeing that Savage is inches from me. I nod to him when I make eye contact, telling him we’re okay to leave. With one last deadly, but silent look at the group of men, we leave.

“I want to cut that motherfucker into pieces but not before I got him, watching his intestines fall to the floor. Then I will remove his eyes with a fork and feed them to the crows.” His voice is deadly, low and full of promise.

I slap him on the back. “Brother, I love that you have my back.”

“Remind me never to piss you off; I don’t wanna be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of my life,” Forge calls out, making everyone laugh.

“I worry about you, brother.” Rogue says, lighting up a cigarette.

“Why?” Savage asks, mounting his bike. “I’m a fucking delight.” He winks, and fires up his bike.

“Target, are you thinking his girl might be Darian?” Racer asks.

I shrug one shoulder. “Fuck knows, Pres. She would be the best guess out of the two women, but honestly Arizona is a big place, fuck, so is Phoenix, so he could be in the wrong place looking, and grasping at straws that we know something. I mean, what are the chances that he came here, found his girl, and she is linked to the club?”

He thinks it over, then turns toward his bike.

“Go and check on Madalyn, see if she can offer up any information on this prick.” He shakes his head, slinging his leg over his beauty. “This is why I will never take a woman.”

I chuckle at him, following suit and climbing my girl and following Pres back to the clubhouse.

There is something I need to sort at the garage before I head over to see Mads, and maybe dig to see if she or Darian are linked to this motherfucker.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MADALYN

I finish loading the dishwasher, and Aria is wiping down the kitchen island while we sing a song she selected on her phone. Some new pop artist.

We laugh, and sing, me off key of course while Aria sings like a popstar. Her long dark hair is in a loose braid, her make-up light and she is dressed in a pair of light blue cut-off shorts that are not too short thankfully, a white T-shirt with the word ‘Summertime’ on the front.

She is getting ready to leave and to go to her friend’s house to celebrate her friend’s mom’s birthday. So she will be home late and I get to watch repeats of Jane the Virgin. I love that show, both Gina Rodriguez and Justin Baldoni are amazing in it. He is not bad looking either.

Once we have finished cleaning, we chill on the sofa, doing our weekly catch up on our lives. We both like to do this, even though we see each other every day. I think with it only being us for so long, we do not want to fall into the trap of not taking the extra time for each other.

“So, I heard from a little birdy that you are dating a biker,” Aria whispers, but I hear the humor in her voice.

My gaze snaps to her from the TV, to find her grinning.

I narrow my eyes at her, making her giggle. “Male or female birdy?” I wave at her. “Don’t bother, I know it was Darian. Freaking big mouth.”

She playfully slaps my thigh.

“You know she loves to gossip like the old ladies in town who knit in the park.”

“She has a freaking big mouth,” I say then sigh, looking at my sister, who is one of the main reasons I do what I do.

She pushes me to be a better person, and encourages me to be me and go for what I want and I do the same for her. Even with Peter in our lives, it was just us sisters, and I had to step up and be a mother-figure for her.

She is a good kid, the best. I can see that she will have a very bright future ahead of her, with all the good work she has been putting in at school, and with her art.

“Honestly, I do not know what we are.”

“He is hot, from what I have seen. I was over at Grandpa Pete’s and he pulled up on his bike. Damn, that man has hero hair and his thighs… Talk about power thighs.”

I giggle at her description.

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