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“He doesn’t like liars, and he doesn’t like anyone willing to go against him. I learned the hard way.”

I shudder even thinking of the night he gave me those scars.

I thought I was going to die.

“Another reason for me to take him down,” Mex murmurs.

“You’ve had your three questions,” I moan, when he tilts his hips and begins fucking me again. “When you cum, it’s my turn.”

“Deal.”

Then, he fucks me once more.

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“OPEN UP!”

The loud voices and pounding on the door jerks me awake from my sleep. I jerk my hand but remember that I’m attached to Mex. He made sure to put the cuffs back on before we fell asleep last night. After he finished fucking me, I got to ask him some questions, and I learned that his club doesn’t know he came after me, and he has disappeared. If they find out, they’ll likely kill him, but he figured it was worth the risk to try and get the information.

That’s a big risk, going against them like that.

He told me that they will think he is betraying them, or going behind their backs, so they’re looking for him. Once he gets what he wants from me, then he’ll try to mend fences, but he was tired of the, as I quote, “chasing tails” that they were doing trying to locate me, my mother, or Marek. Mex takes action, I respect that. I’m the same. I don’t like to wait for other people; I like to get things done.

“I know you’re fuckin’ in there, Mex. Open the fuckin’ door before I kick it down.”

The angry male voice is followed by another round of pounding. Mex is awake now, and he jerks upright in bed, his eyes sleepy as he starts to process what’s going on. The banging gets louder, and I know whoever is outside is attempting to kick the door down.

“Fuck,” Mex hisses. “Fuck. They weren’t meant to find me yet.”

Oh, these are club members.

“Is this bad?” I question.

“It’s fuckin’ bad. It means they’ve figured out what I’m doin’. I was hopin’ to have a plan together. This will fuckin’ ruin everything. Get up.”

Jerking me, Mex pulls us both out of the bed. I stumble as I try to scurry after him when he drags me toward his bag and digs around. After a moment, he comes out with the keys to the cuffs and undoes them. It’s then an idea pops into my brain. If the club thinks I took Mex, it’ll get him off the hook and, not only that, it’ll get him to trust me. Once he trusts me, he’ll let me in, and I’ll be able to get the answers I’m seeking.

“I know you don’t know me well enough to trust me, but I have an idea.”

Mex pauses as the banging gets louder. Multiple voices can be heard barking his name from the other side.

“You’re right, I don’t trust you.”

“Looks to me like you’re running out of options right now. I can get you out of this.”

The door cracks as the kicks get harder.

Mex’s jaw flexes.

“I’m listenin’...”

“I don’t have time to explain, you’ll just have to go with it. Give me those cuffs.”

Mex tosses me the cuffs, and I slap one around his wrist before pulling his hands behind his back and cuffing him. He gives me a look that tells me he isn’t a fan of this, but I guess he figures I can’t run anyway with all of those bikers outside. There is nowhere for me to go. I reach down and take Mex’s gun out of his bag; I already saw him put it in there the day before.

Another kick has the door flying open.

I point the gun at Mex and watch as three bikers step into the room. The moment they see me with the gun pointed at Mex, they’re moving quickly. They reach for their own guns, but I growl at them to stop before they can. The man at the front, the one I’ve met before, his name is Western. He is the President of the club. Behind him is his father, Colt, and another biker I don’t know the name of.

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