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“Oh, Hansel.” Kicking off her insanely high heels, she flopped down on the bed.
She floored me with how beautiful she looked.
I ached to touch her. To push her down on the bed and let my tongue wander up those shapely thighs until she was gurgling my name with need.
Instead, I stood there, my hands thrust deep into my pockets so I didn't paw at her.
“Who was in that office with you, Gretal? Who upset you?” It was easier going back to business than admitting to myself how much I wanted her.
“Hansel, it was really nothing.”
That was a lie, it was written all over her face. The way her eyes skidded away. She had never been good at lying. Not to me. I knew her too well.
“Fine, I was in there with Fang and Gio. But you saw me leave with Gio so that shouldn't be a surprise.”
The shock must have shown on my face. She had been in there with Fang? The same Fang who had been my closest friend since I had joined the Savage Sons? The same Fang who had an old lady he supposedly adored. The one who was trying to have his baby? It made no sense.
I had no qualms in believing that Gio would try and cross the line with my wife. But Fang? I didn't want to believe that.
“Not how you’re thinking.” She shook her head. “I can see by your eyes where your mind went, Hansel. And it's not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I can't tell you.”
I was in front of her in a second, pulling her up to standing. I tilted her chin up. “You don't have a choice, sweetheart. What the hell is going on?”
Pink painted lips parted softly. “There's a snake in your midst, Hansel. A traitor.”
I stepped away, turning from her. “And they want you to weed them out?”
If anything it was worse than them touching her. They were asking her to do something much worse.
They were asking my wife to put herself in danger.
Chapter Five
Gretal
I shouldn't have told him. I had been told not to. But I had never been able to lie to Hansel. I could understand why Fang hadn't wanted me to mention it to my husband though.
They suspected Hansel.
I didn't.
Hansel was a hot mess, but he would never go against his club. Not ever, and it was for that reason and that reason alone that I told him.
“You're not doing it, Gretal,” he growled out, his back ramrod straight. I moved towards him without thinking, placing my hands flat on his back. He was vibrating with anger. “Over my dead body,” he snarled.
“It's because I don't want your body dead that I'm doing it.”
He whirled about in my arms, taking me by surprise. I stumbled backwards and it was his big hands closing around my waist that stopped me stumbling backwards onto the bed. Although I wasn't sure if he would have minded that either.
I had seen the way he had looked at me when I sat down. The way he always looked at me.
No man in the history of the world made me feel the way Hansel did. And I doubted any ever would. As much as I hated him, I loved him just as much.
“Fang suspects me?” His eyes narrowed. “Of doing what exactly?”
