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“You’re safe now,” Daemon reassures her and I blink out of my thoughts. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He turns and looks at me, cocking his eyebrow in question. “So, what do you say, Em? Come work for me? Live in the apartment above the shop?”

I don’t even hesitate with my answer. “Yes.”

Pyper lunges forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, hugging me tight. “Thank you,” she whispers and I tighten my arms around her.

I’d do anything to keep my sister safe.

Chapter 7

Tico

Istareatthelaptop screen, reading the email from Thor, the President of the Steel Archangels MC club as well as the President of the mother chapter up in Forest Creek but not wanting it to be true. Even though I know in my gut that it is true.

Two years ago, Thor’s club were the ones that cut the head off the snake, torturing and killing X, the leader of that fuckingcult, Oasis. They’d called us in as backup using a favor I’d owed Smoke, his tech guy, from a few years ago.

But now, someone has slithered up the ranks and started things up again. Someone that calls himself El Diablo. It doesn’t seem like they have the same reach as before, but already, girls and women have been going missing. Some of them in our own fucking backyard.

Getting up from my desk, I walk out of my office and scan the main room, looking for Daemon and Cobra, my Sergeant at Arms. I narrow my eyes when I only spot Cobra. Where the fuck is Daemon?

I walk over to the table Cobra’s sitting at. When he sees me, he sits up straighter.

“Prez.”

At my signal, the others at the table get up to give us some privacy and I sit down next to him.

“I need to know what the word is on the streets about this El Diablocabrón(bastard).”

Cobra frowns. “From my contacts, he’s a sneaky, manipulative little fucker and can damn near sweet talk anyone. I heard rumors that girls and women were going missing northwest of here, but that’s all.”

I tap my fingers against the table as I look around the legacymi papáy abuelo(my dad and grandpa) left me. The Royal Bastards are in my blood. Years ago,mi abuelo(my grandpa) did some favors for Jameson to help him escape after Razor tried to kill him and staged a coup. To repay the debt, Jameson mademi abuelo(my grandpa) the President of his own club.Mi papá(My dad) followed in his footsteps, Prospecting for the club and eventually, was voted in as the next President.

As a result,mi hermana(my sister), Maria, and I were born and raised in this club, but it didn’t give me an automatic in. I had to Prospect just like everyone else and climb the ranks.I’d been the Enforcer for a few years whenmi papá(my dad) decided to step down as President. He threw my name in and surprisingly, I’d gotten a unanimous vote. I wasn’t so sure if I was the right person for the job because I liked what I’d been doing. I protectedmis hermanos(my brothers). I ensured our rules and code were followed to a ‘T’. I handled any conflicts in the club or with other clubs. I hadmi papá(my dad) and the VP’s back alongside Cobra. No one got through us. But then I realized I’d still be doing that but on a higher scale, and it would now be my word that was the final word.

“Where’s Daemon?”

“He sent a message yesterday afternoon that he had to head up to Green Bay to handle some personal business. He figured he’d be back this afternoon.” Cobra’s eyes narrow a second later, probably just now realizing that Daemon hadn’t notified me that he was leaving town. He and I will be having a little word after this.

“Tell your men to keep their ears to the ground. I got sent information that those assholes are coming our way. And let me know when you hear from Daemon.”

“You got it, Prez.”

Getting up, I rap my knuckles on the table and head to the bar. I take a beer from Liam, one of our Prospects, and a second later, I feel hands snake around my waist.Chingada vida(Fuck my life). I really don’t need this shit right now.

“You look like you might need a little help unwinding,” Sunny, one of our bunnies, purrs.

“I’m fine,” I reply flatly as I step out of her grasp. She pouts as she comes around and presses herself against me, slowly dragging her hands down my chest.

“It’s been a while since you’ve taken any of us. How about me and one of the other girls help you relieve that tension, just like old times.”

Grasping her hand before she can grab my dick, I stop her and step back. I’d never raise a hand to a woman, but fuck if all the bunnies aren’t fucking insistent that I need to fuck them. I’d gotten tired of them pitting against each other to try and get me to choose them as my Ol’ Lady. Personally, I don’t want an Ol’ Lady that has been fucked by allmis hermanos(my brothers). I don’t want them to know how my woman feels, how she moans, or how she cries out when she cums.

“I said, I’m fine. Go find someone else to fuck if you’re that insistent on getting laid,” I reply, my voice hard and edged with steel.

Anger flashes in her eyes before she masks it. She huffs and storms off, shaking her ass as she goes. Taking a drink, I head back to my office, shutting the door behind me.

It’s a bit after one when I close my laptop and check my phone. Still nothing from Cobra or Daemon. My anger starts to rise. No one rides off alone, and especially without telling me if they’re leaving town for an extended period of time. Daemon should know better. He’s a fucking officer for fuck’s sake.

Getting to my feet, I dig my keys out and head out into the main room, locking my office behind me. Cobra and Taco spot me and walk over, both of them frowning.