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“That’ll work. Anything else?”Just youis my first thought.

“No, I’ll be fine. Tell Maddox I said hi.”

“I will.” Axel’s eyes flick down to my lips, and I instinctually lick them. My heart flips like I’m on a rollercoaster at some amusement park, even though nothing about this is amusing. I told him I didn’t want him to kiss me, that it was too personal, but I’m starting to realize that I only want Axel to kiss me. I don’t want to save it for anyone else, because I don’t want anyone else.

Chapter Twenty

AXEL

I’ve never been so torn before. It takes the strength of a fucking thousand men to force me to walk away from Sienna. Especially after her opening up to me last night and this morning. My fingers still have her scent lingering on them, and I want nothing more than to go right back to our room and spend the rest of the day exploring with her.

I catch up with Sin in the hallway, walking together into the common room.

“How’d it go with Sienna? The girls seemed to love her.”

“She said she had a great time. The girls made her feel welcome; she seemed happy.”

“Yeah, but did it get you in with her? How’s the relationship progression?” Sin nags.

“Maybe you should try the shit board, worked on Saige. Oh!” Malice yells, snapping his fingers. “You guys told me ladies like flowers. Try getting her some. Monroe loves the daisies I leave her.”

“If that huge gesture didn’t work, we’ll need to go back to the drawing board, brother. Don’t think you giving her one ofyour signature smoldering looks is going to be a panty dropper like it is with the patch bunnies.”

“Fuck off with that shit, Sin. Why are you being such a shit stirrer?”

“We’re invested in this, now! Spill! Did you at least get your dick wet? You’ve been grouchy lately!” Wrong fucking thing to say, motherfucker. I move quickly, and without even thinking, grab Sin by the throat and shove him against the wall. The back of his head bounces off the concrete when he doesn’t put up a fight, his hands moving to the side, palms facing outward. I flick out my knife and hold it to his jaw.

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that again or I’ll cut off your fucking tongue and deliver it to Bristol on a fucking platter.”

Malice pops up, his head right next to Sin’s, whispering his words. “Don’t worry, buddy, my little pixie can sew it back on.” Then he licks up the side of Sin’s face before taking a step back and doing a little jig like he’s thrilled to see the violence.

“Do you understand me? Don’t fuckin’ do it again.” I squeeze one more time for good measure and then release him, closing my knife and stomping off. Both men are right on my tail.

“Brother, you’ve always been open about your sex life. What gives?”

“Shit changes, get over it.”

“Aww, Wrathie-poo, that’s not very nice!”

“Well, maybe I’m not very nice.”

“Lies!” Malice cackles. “You’re the nicest one here. I bet you’re just growly because it’s a protection thing. Like a papa bear protecting his young.”

“Yeah, Mal, something like that. Now, let’s get this moving. I want to find this motherfucker and make him regretthe day he was born.”

We take two trucks to Autumn Bay: Chaos, myself, Rogue, and Malice, in one; Sin, Noose, and two prospects in another. The drive goes by quickly, and Saint and his boys are waiting for us in their SUV at the diner when we pull in. Climbing out, I check my gun, my knife, and then straighten out my cut.

The three men are standing together behind their SUV, Saint’s arms crossed, looking pissed off at the world. The other two are a little more casual, and not so intense, but I look at the three of them differently after hearing some stories about them. I don’t doubt they love Sienna, but I’m not going to stand by and allow them to continue to make decisions for her when she’s capable of making them herself. I think Saint is suspicious, but the other two don’t let on that they think anything could be going on between her and me.

None of them would be too happy to find out I played with her pussy this morning until she came all over my hand. I wish I could still taste her on my tongue. She was fucking perfect, her body responding to me like it knew I was going to take care of her the way she needed, and fuck, when she came? Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Good day, fellas!” Malice greets, and I can’t help but chuckle, hiding my smile behind my hand. Deacon narrows his eyes at Malice before they roam down his body. Interesting.

“This is Sin, our vice president, and Rogue, one of our road sergeants. Boys, Saint, Creed, and Deacon,” I introduce.

“Interesting road names,” Sin says, giving them a head nod.

“Are they?” Deacon asks. I look between them, wondering why the fuck Sin had to open his big dumb mouth.