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Leviathan grew silent, avoiding my obvious reference to his little girls, the reason he hadn’t left Chloe.
Before we headed out on our Harleys, he declared, “Girl probably ran off, all on her own. This was a goddamn waste of time.”
“Eve leave Hallow? At the altar? No way.”
Though later, meeting up with an empty handed Hallow at the border, I pondered Levi’s words about Eve running away.
“Her dad said he had no idea where she was,” Hallow said, looking forlorn.
“You believed him?”
“Yeah. He was drunk as a skunk. We could’ve cleaned him out, and he wouldn’t have known for a week.”
On account of Hallow being a detective in another life, that was good enough for me. However, it made no sense that we chased the Gods from our clubhouse, and they didn’t have Eve. They had to have her, somewhere.
“Half of you will go back and look again,” I ordered.
As the rest of us sped back home, Hallow rode back into Arkansas with a smaller crew. Hurrying back to my Ol’ Lady, I knew someone else who had it out for Eve. Someone who had the means to make us think the Asphalt Gods MC took her. Someone who might want all of us away from Royal Road.
I didn’t tell Hallow that I suspected Noah Fond, one of my enemies in Tennessee. The richest, dirtiest man in the state who’d been responsible for my President’s death was never to be underestimated. Pharaoh’s death was one I never had the satisfaction of avenging, not for twenty damn years. Not for lack of trying.
To win Eve back from Mr. Fond would take more than a gang of motors and muscle. Pushing the Beast, what I called my Road King to its limits, I needed to get back to Royal Road, back to Sky who could very well be in danger. And I didn’t tell my men something else, I suspected we had ourselves a spy at Royal Road.
How else would Killer know about Sky so quickly?
Chapter 2
Sky
The Asphalt Gods MC clubhouse in Arkansas was over six hours away, according to Paisley. One of the sweetbutts around here, what the bikers lovingly dubbed their live-in whores, she’d become a fast friend. Word was she was crazy but beautiful.
An aspiring makeup artist, her face was on point. Lately, her pale blue eyes were rimmed in glitter and colorful fake lashes to match her ever changing hair. Blonde on top, she dyed the tips to pair with her mood, she claimed. She also claimed to see auras. However, it appeared her hair changed when she changed partners, almost daily.
But I didn’t give a goddamn who she fucked as long as it wasn’t Kingpin.
“My pum pum had too much grip for his liking,” Paisley said, talking about how she’d only slept with him once and never again. “I figured I was too young for him.”
That was funny since she and I were around the same age. Who wanted to hear about who their husband fucked? Kingpin being the President of this wild and crazy bunch, it seemed to be all the whore’s talked about.
“Used to be the daily gossip until you arrived. Besides, we can’t be talking club business. Oh, we hear it from the men, but...” She made a motion to zip her lips.
Though, she had her sources.
Once Paisley heard they chased the bikers who took Eve into their state, and relayed it to me, I knew Kingpin wouldn’t be back anytime soon. Reluctantly, I went to sleep all alone in his big empty bed. Since Memphis and Junebug ran off, I didn’t need to worry about them being in the Big House in the guest rooms as they sometimes had been.
As I stared at the ceiling, I wasn’t lonely. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t had time for a honeymoon. Kingpin was a busy man. We’d have plenty of time to celebrate our marriage when he got back, I decided. When I said I’d marry him, I promised myself I understood what that meant. He belonged to Royal Road and the Royal Bastards MC as much as me.
Opening my eyes the next morning, I discovered Kingpin fast asleep beside me. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Riding more than half a day would exhaust anyone, so I cuddled close to his toasty body and let him sleep. As always, he slept nude.
Carefully, I lifted the covers to take a peek. I more than enjoyed the view of this beautiful, tattooed and pierced man. I counted in my head how much older he was than me, then shook my mind free of it. My elder or not, Kingpin was jacked. Bulging, rippling muscles covered him as much as any young guy. I counted all eight of his tasty abs.
Yes, the badass leader of this biker gang, usually in tight leather pants with long jet-black hair and a thick matching beard laid naked beside me. Black gothic tattoos coated him down to the tips of his black painted nails, fingers and toes.
He slept in nothing but his jewelry, which consisted of lots of silver, black beads, and leather bands. Kingpin had earrings, a nose ring, his eyebrow pierced and that was only his face. Below he had bars in his nipples and one in his glorious, colossal cock. Damn, his dick was still massive while it was flaccid.
I’d have to quit looking or I’d jump him and wake him up.
Oh, I’d forgotten about his tongue ring. How could I forget? The things the biker did to me with it. My pussy trickled at the very thought.
