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I know he’s right, but I don’t fucking care.
“Aye,” Archer agrees, “we can’t start a war, Brenin. Not until we know for sure.” I set my sights on him, shaking my head.
“Tally has seen a lot more shit than any ol’ lady should. I don’t want to hear one fucking word from you,” I retort to Archer, pointing at him.
“Tally was my wife before I fully trusted her, for Chrissake,” Archer answers.
“I trust Mianow,” I tell them sternly. I’ve had enough of trying to convince them. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t need your fucking permission to kill a man.” The table is silent, because all of them have killed for reasons having nothing to do with club business.
“Whether you’re with me or not, whether there’s proof or not, the moment I find Dagger, I’m gonna rip his fucking eyes out of their sockets with my bare hands and let the crows feast on his dead skull.”
Chapter 50
Mia
“Mother fuck!” I blurt out, my voice echoing through Aiden’s gym. My clothing is stuck to my sweaty body. I’m exhausted, and frankly, pissed off that Aiden is hell-bent on making me stronger so that if Dagger comes for me again, I’ll be ready. I’m also thoroughly turned on because I learned this afternoon that Aiden is a true warrior. The demons and horrors of his past that he doesn’t talk about live within his rugged and beautiful package of muscle and ink.
He hovers over me now, on hour two of testing my strength. He’s been taking me down effortlessly, and I’m ready to either hit him or fuck him, or both. “I thought you were a brown belt?” he asks, a moment of playfulness sneaking through, because up until now, he’s been ruthless.
Prick.
“In fact, I think you’re full of shit. I’m gonna have to meet this Briggs soon to see how he’s been training you,” he muses, pinning me down harder onto the mat.
“Because”—he swipes his thumb along my bottom lip, bringing it up and sucking it into his mouth—“you’re bleeding, goddess.”
I imagine he’s Briggs and swing hard, clipping Aiden on the chin. A good one. It makes me smile as I spit out my own blood.
“I’m only bleeding because you made me bite my lip, fucker!” I shout, then use the last of my strength to flip him off me.
He’s laughing as he lands on his back, and I clock him square in the face. The impact splits his lip open.
“Oopsie. Now you’re bleeding too.” I smile at him as I shove off the mat, heading to where my phone buzzes on the weight bench.
Aiden chuckles as he jumps up and wraps his arms around me, pinning me against the wall before I can get away.
“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” He chuckles as he kisses me, and I reach for his solid cock. I squeeze tight, still not ready to give in to him, and he hisses.
But then his lips come down on mine, and I only last so long before I’m allowing him in, parting my lips and tasting our blood commingled. I let go of his dick and get up on tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck.
He squeezes my ass so tight, I wince. “You done playing hard to get?”
“Fuck you,” I whisper into his lips as my phone buzzes again.
He chuckles. “Shower, now. I’m already late, and I have an hour’s drive.”
That gets my attention.
“Where are you going?” I ask as he backs up and passes me a bottle of water. I crack it and take a sip.
“Henderson,” he says, referencing the state penitentiary. “Back when Marco was prez, we used to deal fent, or H, whatever the lowlife K-6ers wanted. One of our members, Arlo, is serving three years. I wanna see if he knows anything. He’s a piece of shit, but he was close with Gator, and I can add some money to his commissary account to get him to talk. He doesn’t have any allies here anymore, so I expect him to be forthcoming.”
He pats his face with a towel and moves closer. “Shower,now,” he repeats, plucking at my nipple through my tank.
“Don’t order me around.” I lift my chin. “You’re not my prez.”
He smacks my ass, the sound loud in the padded space, then leans down to gently bite my tender lip. I flinch.
“Fucking right, I am,” he growls, following the bite with a kiss. “Let’s go, woman!”
