AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Did you just get a call from Amy? She said you weren’t answering.”
“Fuck! I was working. She called. And she called me first.”
“Don’t get smart. She wants us to meet her, at her house. Be there or I’m taking her for my own.” Killian hung up, which pissed Diego off.
Clicking on the calls, he saw Amy had called him, and now he was pissed he’d missed her.
He didn’t waste time calling her back. Putting the figures to one side, he locked them in his desk before heading out. He locked his office door as well. It was a force of habit. He was club president, and he was the one in charge of making all the necessary decisions.
Over the years he’d dealt with a few traitors within his club, and since then, he never left his office door open for anyone to go snooping around.
Climbing onto his bike, he took off out of the clubhouse. If any of his men needed him, he was a phone call away. When he got to the town line, he stopped, removed his cut, and put it in the side pocket of his bike. This was the only respect he showed the town and his alliance with Killian’s club. They were both on either side of the town, and this was unclaimed turf.
No one wanted a war on their doorstep. So far, it had worked for the both of them not to take this land, but at the first sign of one of them doing that, all truce would be over.
Killian’s bike was already there when he arrived, and Diego was pissed for ignoring his cell phone.
She’d taken all day to get back to them.
Climbing off his bike, Diego walked up the small driveway and knocked.
Killian opened the door.
“Why the fuck are you answering? Amy?” He yelled her name, and within seconds she was there.
“Hey, is everything okay?” she asked.
“Perfect.”
She wore a nice pair of jeans that molded to her curves, and a loose shirt. It did nothing to hide those generous tits, and having felt them against his body earlier, he wanted another taste.
“I made dinner. I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m hungry for you any day,” Diego said.
Killian cursed, and he showed him the finger, pushing him out of the way, to follow her ass into her dining room.
Her house was nice. It was only a two-bedroom, but it screamed Amy. Lovely cream walls, no clutter.
She loved to be surrounded by books, and each room had a bookshelf of some kind. He knew because he’d helped build a couple of them.
“I made lasagna. I hope you like it.”
“I will,” Diego said.
Her table was small, only designed to fit four people. She’d put a place setting at each head of the table, with one at the side.
She went to the side of the table and dished them each out a slice of lasagna.
“This smells incredible,” he said, taking a seat.
“I remember you both loving this the last time you were here, and I wanted you both to be comfortable.”
“You’ve thought about our proposition?” Killian asked.
Diego didn’t care about the food. Well, he did, but he was more interested in her answer.
“I have.”
