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“I’ve no idea. They spent the whole evening staring at Miri. It’s freaky and has a nasty vibe to it.” I look up as the five men emerge from the restaurant and smirk at us.

When they try to pass close to my vehicle, I don’t wait. My temper has boiled over, and the way they look at Miri as they attempt to walk past is the last straw. I lunge forward, grab the one nearest to me and spin him around, following that move with a punch so hard he takes four or five steps back.

His buddies turn at the noise and launch themselves toward me, but are met by my brothers. The parking lot becomes a battle of fists, kicks and in one of the fucker’s case, bites. Finger snarls, “I’ll show you what happens when you bite like a bitch.” Finger follows that with a strike of his elbow on the forearm of the man, and we all hear the bone snap. The scream that follows delights me, but I don’t have time to enjoy it as my asshole is heading my way again.

I’m setting my feet ready to throw the punches when something flies past my face and hits the asshole. But when Miri passes me after throwing a rock the size of her hand I lunge forward to grab her.

My woman is fast! She’s on the asshole before I can spit. She has both hands in his hair, yanking his head up and down so hard it’s a wonder she doesn’t snap his neck. But as he grabs her around the waist, she lifts her knee so hard and fast that he drops to his knees with a high-pitched whining sound. I grimace because that had to hurt.

Now, it’s looking like only one of the assholes is left standing. I grab Miri around her waist and lift her off her feet. Placing her in the SUV, I scowl. “I told you to stay here, safe, or behind me.”

“Well, I wasn’t letting you have all the fun. What the hell, Liam, it was me they were staring at all night,” Miri snaps at me, and you know that is the sexiest damn thing. I slam my mouth over hers right before vowing she’s going to know who she belongs to when we get home.

“You two go home. We’ll finish here. It was fun, Joker. But Miri, you have one hell of a knee action,” Hot Rod laughs.

Once home I have Miri upstairs and pinned to the bed before she can say Jack-shit. But we have one hell of a good ending to a fucked-up date night.

The next morning, I attempt to walk into the recovery office behind Demon who is moaning about the fact that he missed the fight the night before. “It wasn’t much of a fight, Demon. They were just assholes who thought they could take a woman whenever they felt like it. Finger made sure they knew to stay out of our town or they’d not leave at all.”

“Do you think they were going to traffic her? Or assault her?” Demon asks, and I can see he is on edge. He is at that point that I need to calm him, or he’ll be gone until he finds them and buries them somewhere.

“I think they were assholes who were bored and got what was coming to them. Now, get in the office before we find ourselves in hot water.” I push him through the doorway since he’d paused entering.

“Joker, go to the impound lot and give a hand with putting cameras up. Things are quiet here and Darius went to get something, so Keys needs an extra pair of hands.” Bull doesn’t even look up from the laptop he has open on his desk as he throws out the order.

“Okay, no problem, I’ll just jump to it,” I mumble as I head back outside and to my hog.

Once I arrived at the impound lot, I was quickly put to work by Keys. The cameras are going up all around the bungalow and the perimeter of the lot. The lot, thankfully, has been done, so we are working outside the bungalow. Climbing ladders, passing shit up to Keys and running back and forth to his van for gear is damn tiring, and being awake most of the night loving my woman has left me drained of energy. I’m not fuckin’ telling anyone that mind you. I’d never hear the last of it.

Both Keys and I turn when we hear a van pull into the lot. Seeing it's Darius, we relax. Jumping out of the van Darius shouts that he’s got exactly what we need. Before we can reach him he has the back doors open, and two of the biggest Rottweilers stroll out, side-by-side. I freeze. Keys takes two steps before he stops too.

“My boys. This one is Bites, and this one is Ass. Bites, Ass, you get it?” Darius laughs like a loon, and I side-eye Keys because honest to goodness what the fuck!

“You can’t call them that, Darius. The women are going to rip you a new one. Change their names to something they’ll answer to, but the women won’t want to shoot you,” Keys says while eyeing the pair of dogs carefully.

Sighing, Darius rubs his chin in thought. “Okay, how about Bates?”

“That’ll work,” Keys looks at me to see what I think, and I shrug and nod.

“Okay, Bates, and…Ash. That’s as close as I can think of.” Darius looks at the dogs and nods his head. “Okay, Bates and Ash. That’ll do it.”

“Are they trained?” I ask, thinking if they are not we could have a problem on our hands.

Darius chuckles, “Yeah, of course they are. Bates is four and Ash is three. They are fully trained, and I have been learning all their commands these past three weeks. I’m not an idiot, Joker.”

“Okay, well you and Malik will live with them and keep them in line. They’ll sure put some fuckers off breaking in the lot,” Keys grunts. “The cameras are done and working. The good thing is if anyone points fingers at the dogs we can prove what happened with visual evidence now.”

“Okay, I’m heading to the clubhouse. What about you, Keys?” I ask as I walk over to my hog.

“Yeah, I’m on my way. See you later, Darius,” Keys shouts, and I give a wave as I straddle my girl and follow Keys out of the lot and to the clubhouse.

Following Keys through the clubhouse we enter the common room and stop to watch Finger who is attempting to teach Ayla to clap her hands together. But it looks like he is failing. She has this cute frown on her face and pouty lips sticking out. Cilla has a hand over her mouth, doing her best not to show that she is laughing.

Tracker walks into the common room sees Ayla, and heads right towards her. Ayla, seeing Tracker and with a huge smile on her face she shouts, “Ack, Ack.” But what amazes all of us is Ayla puts her hands to her mouth then blows a kiss to Tracker.

“”What the fuck!” Finger shouts right before Ayla turns and looks at him repeating, “Uck.”

Oh dear, Cilla slaps Finger around the back of his head. Tracker grabs Ayla and walks away with her, and the rest of us disappear.