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He shrugs, unbothered by Oaks’ concern. “I was curious to know what Prez thought first.”

“My guy, with club matters, always alert someone if one of the ole ladies is up to something they shouldn’t be,” Oaks says, lecturing Crypt.

Shaking my head, I turn around to see what Crypt is talking about.

There in the kitchen window of my third-story apartment, Vanessa stands observing the operations on the ground level outside. She seems rather keen to learn what we’re up to, looking around the yard from side to side, taking in all the action.

When she spots me staring back at her from the asphalt alley, she quickly ducks out of view of the window, probably hoping I didn’t catch her in the act.

A smirk pulls at my lips. She’ll pay for being nosy. My cock twitches excitedly in my jeans as I contemplate all the ways to make her atone for her disobedience. The two of us have been fucking like rabbits since she accepted her fate with me, but there have been a few things I’ve been holding off on until her head has healed more.

Looks like tonight is the night I feed her my cock. Hope she’s ready for a mouthful.

“What should we do, Prez?” Crypt asks, calm as always.

“Nothing,” I answer, turning back around to watch the operation finish up. “The rain is too heavy for her to make out anything with absolute certainty, and most of the merchandise is crated or bagged. All she sees is a truck delivering something, and we can easily say it was liquor or food for the bar.”

Besides, my Butterfly agreed to accept MC life and love me unconditionally. She’s not going anywhere.

For fuck’s sake, I murdered a man for Vanessa, and it put her into heat. It’s safe to say my little biker baddie won’t be snitching on me to anyone.

“You’re taking this awfully well,” Oaks says, shaking his head at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

“She’s loyal to me and the club,” I inform him bluntly. “Psyche will never betray me, nor I her.”

“But you’re going to have fun punishing her for it, aren’t you?” Oaks elbows me, laughing as if he can read my mind.

My grin consumes my face. “Absolutely.”

The bang of the commercial truck’s roll-up door slamming shut alerts me we’re close to being done. The driver for the Durango chapter makes his way across the alley toward us.

“We’re wrapped up on our end,” he shouts over the rain, shaking my hand to finish the deal. “Rock said you’d reach out to the buyer?”

“Already handled,” I say. “Safe travels back to Durango.”

With business done for the night, I make my way inside the back of Whiskey Wheelers, taking the stairs two at a time as I climb them to my apartment. My dick is already raging hard for what’s about to go down.

Cookie pulls away from the wall where he’s stationed outside my home once he sees me coming upstairs. Though I trust Vanessa not to take off on me, I still insist on having one of my men watching over her when I’m away, keeping guard of my most valuable possession locked away inside. A biker’s life is freeing, but not without danger, and I will do what I must to keep Vanessa safe.

The prospect greets me with a nod before averting his eyes to the wall, smirking. Cookie must have seen the monster outline in my damp pants, pressing against the denim like it’s trying to break loose and storm the village.

“You’re off duty the rest of the night,” I inform him, unbothered that he’s well aware of what’s about to go down in my apartment. “Tell the rest of the crew not to disturb me unless absolutely necessary.”

“Sure thing, Cupid.” Cookie moves past me down the stairs before adding, “Have fun.”

“Oh, I plan on it.”

Cookie bursts into laughter, his chuckles fading the further he treads downstairs.

I pause for a breath at the landing to the apartment, a puddle of water collecting at my feet from my rain-drenched clothes, ready to lay another claim on my beautiful Butterfly. I’ll probably look absolutely terrifying to Vanessa coming into the apartment after catching her spying on me with wet clothes and hair plastered to my body, a massive erection in my jeans, and a wicked grin splitting my face in half.

Opening the door, I hear scurrying deep inside the apartment, like a mouse escaping detection.

Oh, how I love playing cat and mouse.

My footfalls are deliberately heavy and slow as I move down the hall towards the living area. Her anxiety will increase with each of my steps echoing off the walls, drawing closer to her. Her fear will make chasing her all the more fun.

When I enter the living room, Vanessa stands on the other side of the main room, looking at me like a deer in headlights. Her class notes and textbooks are open and scattered about the coffee table, her studying abandoned. Yet, she’s fiddling with the cap on her pen in her hands, showing her nerves.