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Sliding back into her, I held her tight to me, as I bit down on her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth, my fingers sliding over her sensitive clit as I fucked my cum into her.

The one saving grace.

She didn’t stop me.

Not even when her phone rang over and over again, one call, two calls, multiple calls.

She didn’t even know it, but she’d just claimed me back by ignoring those calls. Now, I just needed to drill it into that fuckhead’s skull.

“Adrian,” she moaned as I filled her with my cum again. “You need to stop coming in me.”

I gripped her throat, squeezing and eliciting an excited moan from her. “Never.”

Myth

The number showing on my phone was international. The +44 told me it was England. Creed had pulled through and gotten me the President of the Nottingham chapter of Royal Bastards’ number.

“Yeah.”

“Myth,” the man on the other end said. “Heard you’re in need of some assistance with your ol’ lady.”

“Creed caught you up, then?”

“As much as one could do when he’s not involved,” Bully chuckled. “What do you need?”

“My ol’ lady, she ain’t leaving to go back to the UK. I need you to ship her shit here and give the asshole she’s living with a good working over.”

Bully chuckled. “Oh you got it. Send me the details, and I’ll send you word once it’s done.”

I ended the call and had Frenzy shoot over the details to Bully on an encrypted line. After leaving Rox passed out in bed, I knew I had to leave the room or else I’d fall asleep inside her and never leave the room again.

“Everything good, Prez?” Menace asked from the door to our Chapel.

“Got an update on the Scorpions?”

“Nothing as yet,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “The threat is still on your ol’ lady. Maybe you should move her to a safe house for now.”

“She’s safer with me.”

“You can’t protect the club and her at the same time. Cowboy can help here. He knows her, and he’d protect her more than you can when you’ve got an active threat on you.”

I didn’t want to agree. The thought of losing sight of her was churning my gut, but he was right. The Bloody Scorpions had threatened her, and they knew she was my weakness. If it came down to the club or her, I’d protect her, and that was unbecoming of a President. I had a club to protect.

“Get Cowboy here.”

Menace nodded and moved out of the room. I ran my hand down over my face and back up over my hair. Fuck. I didn’t like this. I didn’t want to take my eyes off her, not when she was so close to choosing me again.

“Prez,” I heard my enforcer, Destroyer, call out from the main part of the clubhouse. Oh jesus fucking christ, what now?

Moving from the Chapel to the main area, I saw the reason for the call. Destroyer stood with his arms crossed over his chest, standing next to Fang, in the same position, and the weak toad-faced man I hated with everything in me.

Oh shit. This just got good.

“I want to see her,” he demanded, his voice wavering slightly, but he stood tall. I had to give him props for that. Not many could do that with both Fang and Destroyer looking down at you like you were chopped liver.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” I said, trying to keep the humour out of my voice. “There’s a few hers in here.”

I leaned my elbow over the bar, and waited for the boys to move away. Beck was forced to step around them, looking absolutely flabbergasted. His eyes landed on me and I saw the unbridled fury behind them.