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“Come for me,” I demand.“Come for Daddy, and Daddy will come for you.”

“Mm-hmm…” she moans, her voice barely more than a whimper.“Yes, Daddy… yes… yes… yes!”

She cries out and convulses, her pussy squeezing me as the pulses of her orgasm overtake her, and I join her.

“Fuck!” I say too loudly into the silence of my room as I climax. My cock pulses out a rhythm which slowly subsides as I empty myself onto my stomach. I lay there for several minutes, breathing heavily and letting my heart rate return to normal as I come down from my orgasm.

I’m done waiting, I decide. I’m going to the bakery, and I’m going to ask her out. Today.

I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom to shower, not even caring if I pass anyone on my way there who might notice the remnants of my stress relief still on my skin. No one does, though. Everyone is either in their rooms or out of the house.

I’m headed out the front door, ready to finally act on my desires, when I’m stopped in my tracks.

Eden hasn’t really been herself lately, but she always manages to pull herself back together. Right now, though, she’s pacing the outside of the farmhouse, much the same way I was pacing upstairs, looking anxious. I’ve seen her upset, and I’ve seen her concerned, but this is a whole new level. I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen her this nervous.

“Eden?” I say as I approach, and when she looks up at me, I know one thing for certain. Any plans I have to ask Kira out—or do anything outside of talking to my sister—are out the window until further notice.

CHAPTERTWO

Eden

I’m not like this. I’m strong and in control. I don’t show my emotions like this. Well, not outside of life and death situations where someone I love is on the line. I don’t do public displays, and I definitely don’t share when I’m not handling things well.

I was in my office most of the morning while Savage went out on a run. After he left, I went to Julia and Rosa to ask them to head to a pickup from a local contact. Rosa had gone to get ready, but Julia had lingered.

“Anything else,Prez?” she asks with a sneer.

“No,” I say, trying not to take her bait. She’s been goading me ever since she found out I’m the one who killed her brother.

Well, one of her brothers.

I’m married to the other one.

She steps forward and leans menacingly over my desk. She’s bigger than me, but I know I can take her in a fight. Hell, Walton was easily double or even triple my size and I took him down.

Probably not the best example, since Walton is the name of the brother whose neck I snapped.

“Didyouneed anything else, Julia?” I ask, keeping my face calm and my hands still.

She simply smiles at me and shrugs, thumbing through papers on my desk without really looking at them, the position of her arm showing off the gun she has strapped to her side.

I have more than one of my own, but the way I’m sitting, it would take me too long to get to it before she could get a shot off. And at that range, she‘d kill me.

So I just stare at her, waiting.

“I guess not,” she says eventually, but she still doesn’t go. She keeps her eyes on mine and speaks in a tone that has so much sarcasm in it I can almost see it in the air. “I just wanted to make sure I’m doing everything I can to be a good member of the club. Wouldn’t want to cross Big Red and Savage. Though, really, is Savage even an appropriate name these days? Since you chopped his balls off and turned him into a lapdog.”

She stormed out of my office then, and I’ve been sitting here for at least ten minutes, simply staring at the door. I hear the rumble of engines starting up and then pulling away, which means she’s gone.

“Fuck,” I say, swiping a folder of papers off my desk and putting my head in my hands.

Get it together, Eden, I tell myself.If she was gonna kill you, she’d have done it weeks ago when she found out about Walton.

But would she? I think back to how Savage and Country had stepped in to stop her from getting her hands—or worse—on me. If she’d had the chance, she might have caught me off guard enough to do some damage.

I stand up and try to put the papers I’d messed up back together, but my hands are shaking too badly. I need to get my shit under control and quick, and sitting in this office isn’t going to do it. I feel trapped. Suffocated.

I go outside and sit down on the patio in an old rocking chair for exactly ten seconds before I get restless. I need to run. I need to go. Savage isn’t here to calm me down, to help me be the Prez like I need to be, so I’m on my own—something that hasn’t been a problem until lately.

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