Page 90 of A New Era

“You’ll run the business stateside. Your cut is about to jump from twenty percent to forty-five.” Jamie Boy is always business and I’m starting to like that about him. “You make sure our connections get our product and we make sure you have said product and we’ll sort out any bumps you may hit.”

This is an expectation I wasn’t expecting, and it changes everything. The money we’ve been making from the Haywards has put the club in a more than stable position. Getting an extra twenty-five percent will rocket the club into positions it’s never seen before.

“Are you ready for the future, Leo?” Jamie Boy asks, pulling me from the money.

“I’m ready.”

The Lost Souls are ready.

“But you could’ve told me about this back home. Why bring me all this way?”

All four brothers' smiles turn into smirks. “Our uncle wants to meet you.”

I’ve heard all about the infamous Jem Hayward.

“He’s in prison, ain’t he?” I ask, my brow arching. “It doesn’t make sense for me to have my name on the visitor’s log.”

Besides I don’t want anyone looking into me because they have no idea who I am. And being an American in London and visiting someone in prison is going to raise questions.

“We’ve got you covered.”

I’m dropped off at the hotel and fatigue weighs me down as I step into our suite. The place is quiet, the faint buzz of the TV on in the bedroom. Holly’s spark out in bed and though all I want to do is join her, I head back into the living area and call JJ.

“Hey, brother, how’s it goin’?”

“Considering I started the night watching two men be burned alive for stealing from the Haywards by their cousin. Eva. She’s fuckin’ brutal. I just got dropped off at the hotel.”

“I hate the smell of burning flesh.”

“Yeah, and cigarette smoke doesn’t hide it,” I grunt.

“So what’s up? Harper’s been in touch with Holly, but all I hear about from her is how you’ve seen the Queen’s mansion or some shit.”

“Ha. It was boring as fuck, brother. But tonight, the Haywards showed me the future. Brother, they have underground tunnels spanning miles stocked with products and weapons and our cut has risen from twenty percent to forty-five.”

He whistles down the line and I can guarantee he’s seeing dollar signs the same as I did.

“We’ve basically got full reign on our side. They said we won’t see them anymore, as long as there’s no trouble.”

“How does this work into your plan to step away from the Haywards?”

“I’m not sure.”

Ending the call, I undress and climb into bed. Holly doesn’t even stir. The flight has caught up with her and I cuddle up to her and envision a new future for the Lost Souls Motorcycle Club.

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Holly rides me, her hips rocking back and forth steadily driving me insane. Her thighs tense under my palms, as I stroke her outer thighs.

She clenches around my dick and her rhythm fastens. Thank fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can stop myself from blowing inside her.

She cries out her climax and I flip her over until I’m pounding into her without holding back. I fill her up with every drop and we collapse side by side.

“London sex is something else,” she pants.

“The fuck? You say there’s something bad about our fucking back home?”

Her laugh fills the suite, and she rolls onto her side, facing me.

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