Page 53 of Treachery

They all sat quietly, listening to the fighting, their gazes moving around the room, watching, waiting. Nadia’s gaze moved toward the two club whores sitting, heads together, in a booth furthest away from where she and the ol’ ladies were sitting. That wasn't coincidence. She knew the ol’ ladies had a problem with the club girls, and vice versa, but they were forced, by MC culture, to deal with it.

Suddenly, the sounds of fighting stopped, and Nadia shot to her feet once more, her heart and eyes seeking a single sign of James.

Eventually, both men emerged from the hallway, both with bloody noses, split lips, and stupid grins on their faces.

Nadia rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

Ugh. Men!

She hurried to James, who took her into his arms.

“Get the fuck out of here, take your woman on a trip. I don’t want to see you back here for a week,” Frost ordered, making James chuckle.

He saluted playfully. “Aye, aye, Prez!”

From the corner of her eye, Nadia noticed one of the club whores moving toward Frost, but Nadia wasn’t the only one who noticed; Emily did, too. But rather than say anything, Emily turned on her heel, and hurried from the room. Frost, whose attention had been on the other woman, turned to watch Emily walk away, a look of yearning and defeat on his face.

There was definitely trouble there, and Frost’s actions as of late probably weren’t helping the situation.

Saying goodbye to Cilla and Tasha, and the brothers, Nadia let James lead her from the clubhouse. Once they were in the truck, she turned to him.

“Take me somewhere, huh?” she teased.

He grinned, chuckling. “After our…discussion, Frost realized I needed to take some time to cement your place in my life, to make sure you’re tied to me, body, heart, and soul—forever.”

She slid her hand up his arm, to his neck, resting her fingers over the pulse beating there.

“You don’t need to take me away to do that, honey, but I wouldn’t mind taking a trip to that condo of yours.” It was in the Poconos, not far from where Elijah was staying at Mountain Strong. They could visit him, then spend the rest of the time making love and making memories.

He reached up and pressed his hand over hers, holding it to his warm flesh.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with devotion, and he smiled. He knew her plans, and he wanted to do it for her.

Nodding, he replied, “I’ll take you wherever you want to go, baby—to the Poconos, to Paris, to the moon….”

She laughed, her heart lighter and brighter than it ever had been. Tears of happiness filled her eyes, but she wiped them away.

“Yeah?” she rasped, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Yeah.”

Her body humming, eager for her man, she purred, “Then take me home and put your cock in me.”

The truck jerked forward as James stomped on the gas, and the air in the truck cab filled with the sounds of carefree laughter.