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"I seriously doubt that's possible."
"I know. You two are made for each other."
Mitchell kissed Seryn. "Take me home, troublemaker."
Seryn chuckled as they walked to Mitchell's bike. "Are you okay to drive?"
"Yeah."
Seryn waited until Mitchell got on the bike before settling in behind him. He waited until Mitchell started the bike before sayingI figured something out.
What's that, baby?
I love you. I know for sure now.The rest of what he felt was like swimming through mud sometimes, but he'd figure it all out later. After he took Mitchell home and helped him recover.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Dragon Skulls Clubhouse was basically a bar. It wasn't like the house where the Chained Devils hung out. There weren't many vehicles beyond the motorcycles. Just a truck and two cars, which meant there were people partying who didn't belong to the club.
"Do they always have nonmembers inside?" Mitchell asked as he pulled into a parking lot.
"They charge for nonmembers now." Seryn got off first, waiting for Mitchell. He wore his cut with nothing beneath it. The leather pants hugged his ass to the point Mitchell wanted to take them off and bend him over the bike seat.
Mitchell held Seryn around the waist, under his vest, so he touched skin. "You're hot, baby."
Seryn leaned into him. "I want to ride you again, Daddy."
Yeah. They could make that happen. "We'll say hi to Daruss and the others and then find a corner somewhere."
The music bumped even before they got inside. It was dance music, which meant there were probably a lot of half-nakedpeople grinding on each other. It was Mitchell's experience that the heavy rock was saved for the serious conversations.
Mitchell grabbed his wallet, intending to hand over money to the guy at the door. But all the guy did was shake his head. "No charge."
Instead of arguing about how he wasn't a member, he kept his mouth shut.
The guy ginned when he met Seryn's gaze. "How are you, Seryn?"
"I'm well. Thanks for asking. How are you, Izzy?"
Izzy raised his eyebrows as if something Seryn said surprised him. "You're better, then."
"Better than what?" Seryn plastered on a fake smile. "Learn to recognize your truth. For your mates' sake, Izzy."
"Guess you're not better."
Vision?
Yes. Of Izzy fucking it all up for himself.Seryn never took his gaze off Izzy, so when he spoke aloud, it was directed at him. "Think whatever you like."
Izzy sighed. "I don't have it in me to decipher whatever that was."
"I would think not, considering you have one problem already and another one coming your way soon." Seryn turned to Mitchell, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "I like dancing. Do you, Daddy?"
"I'll dance with you as long as you rub all over me." Sign Mitchell up for that. Please and thank you.
As they entered, Izzy called after them. "I have questions, Seryn."
"I won't answer them, Izzy." He spoke in a singsong way.
