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In the time it took me to blink, Poison dressed and handed me a beer. Surprised she could walk, I poured the cold brew over my dick as a disinfectant. Any woman able to take my large member was nothing if not a pro. My mind clearing, I realized I had been thinking with the monster in my pants when I had a condom in my wallet.

“I hope you’ve been tested,” I said, zipping my denims.

“Always,” Poison said and chugged her beer. “You?”

“Of course. Clean as a whistle.” Thankfully, having anal sex, I didn’t have to worry about the other consequences.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, twirling around.

“This place is a dump,” I remarked flatly.

“Not the place. We’re looking for muscle. I won’t lie. Trouble’s brewing and we could use a man like you.”

“You can speak for your President? I’d rather talk to him,” I said, deliberately getting it wrong.

Poison stood up straight, pushing her breasts and her chin out. “Here in Galveston, our President’s a woman called Treasure. Don’t let her name fool you. She single-handedly took down Royal Bastards.”

Took us down? I almost laughed. “Royal Bastards? Now that’s a mean bunch.”

“You’ve got that right. Bastards killed my big brother.”

“Which ones?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

Another chapter maybe. I was sure they had their reasons or not. Not my circus and all. My monkeys were back in Tennessee, where Maren did me dirty.

“Treasure promised me I’ll have my revenge.”

Fuck. Maren continued to plot against my club.

“You can meet with her,” Poison started.

“We’ll see,” I said, leaving.

I found myself in front of Treasure’s house just as the Richard stepped out of the door.

“Tony?” he called, checking his phone. He had been waiting for a goddamn Lift.

“Ain’t your driver,” I said, parking my hog next to hers.

“I see. Another biker? Treasure’s inside.” He rolled his eyes.

Thinking I was just one of her underlings, he let me in her front door.

“She’s in a mood,” he warned me.

“Why? Your little dick did not do the trick?” I said, my fists clenched. I wanted to take him out.

“She had a good time. I gave her just what she needed. Better catch her before she passes out,” he said, sounding too feminine.

Picturing him as one giant dildo, I decided against murder for now. I shut the door in his face and locked it.

I was inside Treasure’s house. Not believing my luck, I waited until Richard left in a white Toyota Camry. I also couldn’t believe the danger Maren let herself get into. Not knowing if I was friend or foe, the man she fucked just let me into her home. Torn between wanting to kill her and wanting to scold her for being so careless, I treaded softly through the living room.

Sneaking to her bedroom, my mind was on the long ride back to Royal Road. On revenge. That was before I spotted Maren sprawled out in the middle of her bed, fast asleep. The woman looked so serene but tempting as always. The monster in my pants reacted to her silky legs draped over her satin sheets.

I walked over and kneeled down beside her. I fought the urge to brush back her hair that was in her face. My eyes fluttered over all of her in a hurry. Her tiny body, so close, looked much the same, but somehow even sexier. That was a testament to how much I had missed her. It had nothing to do with the new tattoos she had, even though I studied them. There was something else I couldn’t put my finger on.

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