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“Yeah, it doesn’t take a genius to work out that you were all part of the Bratva at one time, and now you’re all not, and you’ve got a score to settle. You thought I might be working with the Golubev to worm my way into your club.” She shrugged. “At least, that is what I’ve gotten from our very brief conversations.”
“You’re on point.”
She offered him a smile, even though this wasn’t something to be smiling about. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked, taking several steps away from him, bringing about some distance.
“I’d love a cup, but first I want you to come here.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
“I haven’t been the type of woman who’s big on surprises.”
He chuckled. “I’m starting to see that, but this is a different kind of surprise.”
She ignored the coffeepot and made her way toward him, stepping up close, and then he surprised her by cupping her cheeks. She still didn’t flinch. Road didn’t scare her, not anymore. Their friendship had changed during the brief time she’d known him, and she knew there was no going back. Sheliked Road, especially when he wasn’t trying to threaten her.
Within seconds, his lips were on hers and she couldn’t help but moan as he took possession of her lips. She put her hands on his chest, once again marveling at the sheer strength beneath her palms. Slowly, she slid them around his neck, drawing her body flush against his. His tongue traced across her lips, and she felt that tingle going straight to her core.
All she wanted do was wrap her legs around his waist and bring friction against her pussy. She needed to be touched, but she also knew she was crazy to want that, so she quickly pulled away.
“That is just a taste of what’s to come.”
****
Road arrived back at the clubhouse, feeling a little lighter in his step.
“I thought you’d be in a shittier mood,” Sarge said the moment he passed him, going toward the back of the clubhouse to where his room was located.
“And why would that be?”
“Brute’s orders are we’re to back off for now, and that hasn’t changed.”
He tensed up. Nikki and his meddling bullshit ways. “What?”
“You heard,” Sarge said. “I was the one that got the shortest stick, to come and stop your ass from losing your shit.”
“Where’s Brute?”
“In his office with Faith, you know you can’t go in there.”
Road didn’t give a fuck what he could and couldn’t do. He needed to see Brute, and it had to be fucking now. He was furious. He understood not going in right away after Nikki’s request, but they were the ones that finally had the Bratva on the short noose.
Storming into Brute’s office, he wasn’t surprised to see Faith sitting on one of the sofas with Brute between her thighs, kissing her naked stomach. Brute had shoved up her shirt until it was beneath her breasts, but the moment he stormed in, she started to scramble to cover her stomach. He didn’t give a fuck about her pregnant stomach. The only person he wanted to see was Brute.
“What the fuck?” Brute asked, getting to his feet.
“You’re backing away? You’re getting cold feet?” he asked.
“Uh, I guess this is my cue to go,” Faith said, getting to her feet.
“Sit,” Brute said. He glared past his shoulder at Sarge. “I thought I told you to control him.”
“Dude, I did what I could, but it seems he didn’t get the updated memo.”
Road wasn’t interested in what Sarge had to say. He was far more interested in what was not going on at the club.
“Is that what you’re trying to do? Control me?”
