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Page 18 of Going Down

“Do you have any requests?” she asked, licking her lips.

King pinched her chin between his fingers, lifting her face toward him. “I’ll eat whatever you make, but I only like scrambled eggs.” How anyone could eat that runny ass shit was a mystery to him.

Her laugh made his dick twitch. “Good to know, and I totally agree. Come on, T, let’s go see what’s in there. Should we cook for more than the four of us?” She looked at King and his brother Duke.

“Make some extra just in case, baby,” King said, kissing her quickly. He gave her ass a slap as she turned away.

“She’s handling the loss of her shop pretty well,” Duke remarked, watching the women walk away.

He glanced up at the slice of sunlight that filtered through the door's opening, not responding to Duke as Traeger walked in. He didn’t miss the protective way he held the petite female next to him. The woman looked a little worse for wear than the first time he’d seen her shimmying down the side of her home with Tiana, yet there was no denying the intimate way she and Traeger touched.

“How you doing, Trigger?” he asked his Sergeant at Arms, using his MC name.

Traeger released Kailani as he stopped before King, his hand taking the one King held out. “Good, glad to be home.”

King didn’t miss the wince that crossed Traeger’s face while they shook. “You look like shit. You see Doc yet?” Having heard about the bullet that had grazed his friend, he’d already made a call to the man they used in such instances.

“Shit, I even shaved for you,” Traeger said, running his palm over his jaw, the constant five o’clock shadow still there, making his statement a lie.

King stared at Traeger until, finally, he sighed. “Kailani, you want to go get cleaned up?”

It was an evasion tactic, but it could have been better. “Duke, get Doc on the line and see where he’s at. He shoulda been here by now. Traeger, your ole’ lady will be fine, or if you insist she gets settled first, I’ll have one of the others show her to your place, but you will get seen.” King crossed his arms over his chest, not breaking the staring contest with Traeger.

“Fuck, you’re an asshole, you know that?” Traeger’s jaw worked back and forth, but he kept quiet.

“That’s not news. Kailani, tell that stubborn bastard you’ll be fine without him acting like a pit bull ready to tear the throat out of anyone who happens to look at you sideways. Shit, you know she’ll be safe here since everyone will know she came with you.” Which was true. No brother would even think to fuck with her since she came with Traeger.

His words eased Traeger’s stiff posture. Damn, what the hell did he think King would do, lock her in a closet or his dungeon?

“Doc said he’s outside the gate. He told me to tell you to get the whiskey out and not the rotgut shit either.” Duke raised one brow.

“How’s Tiana?” Kailani asked, breaking the tension, worry etched on her features.

King paused. His automatic response froze on his tongue. “She’s here with her sister.” He waited a moment, letting his words sink in to see how his words impacted her behavior.

Her chest lifted and fell. Relief she couldn’t fake washed over her pretty features. Her words tumbled out, confirming King's assumptions. “That’s good. My brother wouldn’t want to lose his...toy. That’s what he thinks of all the girls he acquires. Yes, I’m aware of how that sounds. And no, I don’t know any more details than that, so I won’t be too much help to you. I wasn’t allowed in the Boys Club,” she snarled. “I, too, was like Tiana, sold to the highest bidder on my eighteenth birthday, my virginity a prize at first. Next, I was taught how to please a man and sold over and over to men who could afford it or whoever my father or brother wanted.” She lifted her chin, both hands in fists at her sides.

Traeger’s big body moved beside her, his dark eyes daring King to say something. King could’ve saved him the worry. Hell, if Traeger hadn’t already killed her father, King would’ve put the bastard on the list of men he planned to take out, right along with the fucker that had taken Tiana. The door to the clubhouse opened, preventing any further conversation. King couldn’t allow her words to go on without him acknowledging them. “You’re a survivor, far stronger than any man I know. Even if you offered to help, that fucker wouldn’t allow it, and I wouldn’t ask it. Thank you for your help, and know if you ever need anything, you only have to ask. The Royal Sons are in your debt.” He palmed the back of her head and kissed her on the top.

He ignored Traeger as he released a deep breath.

“Alright, let me see what you’ve done this time,” Doc barked.

King shook his head at the wiry old man, holding the grin inside. Doc had been the physician the Royal Sons had used for over twenty years. His whipcord lean body with grey hair, tattooed arms, and silver frames were a mixture of conundrums. If he dressed in a suit and tie, he could mix in any high society. Take his shirt off, and he’d shock those debutantes’ panties right off. Luckily for them, he loved King’s mother and made an oath to the MC long ago.

“It’s just a scratch,” Traeger muttered.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Take off your shirt. Introduce me to the pretty lady.” Doc walked over to the long table in the back, expecting everyone to follow.

King cleared his throat.

“Hey, King, how’s it going?”

“I'm Glad to see you know respect, Doc. Do you want a Makers on the rocks?” King turned his back on the others in the room, shaking his head.

“Yeah, make it heavy on the rocks, I’m driving.”

Duke coughed something King couldn’t make out. His brother left without saying a word to Doc or him.


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