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None of his club needed to see him fighting for a woman, one woman. Diego’s men, they wouldn’t understand his need to have Amy. There were plenty of willing women within the club who’d spread their legs for him, but it wasn’t club women he wanted.
No, it was Amy.
From the moment he’d heard her laugh, watching her work, and been in her company, she’d been in his thoughts, and it wasn’t disappearing, not any time soon. He wanted her, craved her, and thought about her constantly.
Her husband had been a total asshole to her, but it didn’t matter now. He never brought up her ex, and she wasn’t pining for him either.
They’d both moved on, and now was Diego’s chance to finally win Amy for himself.
When he’d asked her on a date, she’d looked a little gutted.
“I’m so sorry, Diego. You’re a great guy … no.”
She hadn’t been able to look him in the eye, but he knew she wanted to. He’d figured her ex was what was holding her back, but now he had to wonder if it was Killian all along. She didn’t want to pick between the two of them. Well, he’d be more than happy to take the decision from her hands.
This was personal, so any injury to Killian wouldn’t be his fault. Well, it would, but none of the clubs could do anything about it. Running fingers through his hair, he waited, wanting this over and done with so he could go and have his woman.
“You’re early,” Killian said.
“And you’re late. Let’s get this over with.” He wasn’t wearing his leather cut. Part of the town rules; no MC patch could be claimed here.
Killian also wasn’t wearing his cut. They were both without a club tonight.
“It would be easy to come to blows, but I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“Unless it’s to tell me you won’t get in my way, then put your fists up. I’m fighting you.”
Killian smirked. “How about we talk?”
“You want to talk? Old age making you cranky?”
“How do you feel about sharing Amy? I may as well get this shit out there, seeing as you’re too fucking dumb to realize I’m trying to talk to you about serious stuff.”
Diego frowned. “Sharing?”
“Like she belongs to both of us.”
“I don’t share shit.”
“Neither do I, but I know a little more about Amy.”
“You know bullshit.”
Killian laughed. “What if I was to tell you that our woman has a very extensive collection of ménage books?”
“You’re talking about those dirty books on her shelves?” Diego had clocked them when he went to offer to mow her lawn. She’d already done it, but he’d stuck around, seeing them on her bookshelf along with several cookbooks. He hadn’t really thought about her book collection.
“The one and only.”
Diego folded his arms. “You want to share her like they do in the books?”
“You’ve read one?”
“Yeah, flipped through, took it home, had a read, put it back when I went back to see her. Why?” He hadn’t meant to say anything. His curiosity had a lot to answer for.
“Because we both want the same thing. If you’re willing to meet me halfway, I think we can solve our problem with Amy, and we can both share her.”
Diego stared at Killian, wanting to shut him down.
