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Fifteen minutes later, his soft, even breathing wrapped around her like a warm caress. She burrowed deeper into the bed and pulled the sheet closer, tucking a hand under her chin. Within minutes, her eyelids grew heavy, and she soon fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
The early morningsun broke through the blinds, piercing Diesel’s tanned skin. He jumped to his feet, quickly realizing he’d overslept. He looked over and saw Myla sleeping, her long dark lashes laying against her sun-kissed skin and silky hair fanned out behind her. The sheet had fallen down past her shoulders to her waist during her slumber. His breath hitched when his gaze fell on the swell of her tits, then to the nipples poking through the thin fabric of her translucent nightshirt. Arousal flashed hot through his system, looping around his hard dick. All he wanted to do was rip the sheet from her curvy body, touch her, taste her, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
Myla had been in his head too much, and it turned him on and pissed him off at the same time. A crazy mix of emotions ripped through him: possessiveness, tenderness, anger, and something else that made him uncomfortable. He needed to step away, clear his damn mind, and screw one of the club girls to get Myla out of his system.
He forced himself to look away and slowly walked to the bathroom. He was kidding himself because he didn’t want a club girl, or any woman, except forher. Myla captivated him in a way no other woman had.But then there’s Freddy.
“Fuck it,” he said out loud.
He turned the water to cold and stepped into the shower stall.
Diesel was chompingon an egg sandwich when Banger sat across from him. There were deep lines around the president’s eyes, and he looked tired like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. Diesel knew the snitch business at the Insurgents’ San Diego Chapter was eating at him. Hell, it was a thorn in the side of all the members, but Banger seemed to be taking it personally.
He sucked in a deep breath. “This mess in San Diego needs to be cleared up while we’re down there.”
Diesel nodded. “Animal, Rags, and I were just talking about that yesterday. We’re gonna make sure we find out who the fucker is. I told Demon he could count on us one hundred percent.”
“Okay.” Banger squared his shoulders, and a ghost of a smile touched his eyes. “I know I can count on my crew. It’s always a gut-wrenching day when a brother turns against his club.”
“Yeah, it’s the fuckin’ worst. Does Panther haveanyidea who it could be?”
“Not really. What about Demon or Iceman?”
“They got their suspicions, but nothing concrete. The problem is that you lose trust in your brothers when something like this happens. Demon’s to the point where he thinks it could be more than one member. Iceman disagrees.”
“So does Panther. The facts point to one traitor from the way things have played out. Panther still hasn’t shared any of this with the MC except for Demon, Iceman, and of course, the VP.”
“Yeah, Jagged’s an Insurgent through and through,” Diesel replied. “I talked with the brothers going to the rally, and we’re gonna be taking shifts watching the club to see who’s going where and who’s meeting who.”
“I’ll be there right along with you all. Panther said the club’s been losing a fortune, which affects us and all the other chapters. When we get this fucker, he’ll beg for a quick death.” Banger’s jaw visibly tightened.
“We’ve got this.”
Nodding, Banger said, “Any news on your brother?”
“Some. Freddy’s probably hiding out in San Diego, but I don’t know where. He got involved with some dirtbag, low-level gangster out of LA.” Diesel shook his head. “What a fuckin’ stupid move. He offed this asshole’s brother.”
“Shit,” Banger muttered under his breath.
“Yeah. Freddy put cameras all over his damn house, so I saw what happened. I mean, the dirtbag brother started the fight, but Freddy let his emotions take over and did an overkill.”
“Your brother’s got a fucking target on his back.”
“No shit. I need to find him before they do.”
“He hasn’t called you?” he asked, surprise etched on his face.
“Nope. I’m fuckin’ livid about that. I could help the kid, you know?”
“What the fuck’s wrong with him?”
“I guess he wants to try and do this on his own. Like I said, he’s made a ton of stupid decisions.”
“Has he called the girl?”
