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  “A little,” I whisper, letting the words fall out of my mouth before I can grab them back. That seems to keep happening with him, and it’s another reason I need to get away from him.

  “That’s too bad, Mackenzie, because I’m not backing off you now. I said I would own you if I made you cum, and I did. Multiple times in fact.”

  His eyes narrow on me, making it hard to breathe. Never in my life have I reacted to a man this way. A muscle jumps in his jaw, and I notice for the first time the stubble that peppers it. I may not have noticed it, but the slight burn on the inside of my thighs lets me know it had been there the whole time. I bet he’s one of those men who has to shave twice before lunchtime.

  “I was faking it, but if you want to hold me down and try again, I'm game,” I counter, trying to break some of the tension in the room. His piercing gray eyes are starting to make me think he can see through me.

  “I’d be more than happy to do it again…all night if you’ll let me.” Leaning in, he licks the seam of my lips, giving me a taste of myself. “But this time I want your back on my bed. That was the deal.”

  You can do this, Mac. You always stay calm and two steps ahead of yourself. Follow him home, let him fuck the shit out of you, then sneak from his bed before morning. If he can fuck half as good as he can eat pussy, then losing the ability to come back to this bar will be worth it. I’ll never have to see him after tonight. No way could he find me on first name alone. I don’t have my cut on. I never do when I come here. Men seem to be intimidated by it, and no one wants to fuck a chick they’re half scared of.

  Licking my lips so my tongue grazes his, I hear his quick inhalation of breath, and feel his cock jerk against me. My pussy dampens even more at his response to me. To know that I get him this worked up, that he’s so into the idea of taking me home and eating my pussy all night, I’d have to be fucking crazy to turn that down.

  “You’re on. How about I clear out my tab while you clean up your mess?” I say while pushing on his chest. He doesn’t move for a few beats, just studies me. He seems to be better at reading people than I am. His eyes are calculating, and I know he’s thinking I might bolt. He’s right to wonder, because the idea is still sitting in the back of my head.

  “Trust me, I’ll be waiting for you. You said you were going to eat my pussy all night.” His phone rings, but he still doesn’t move. He really doesn’t want me to get away. Leaning in, I place a quick kiss on his lips to show him I’m serious.

  “Get your phone and meet me out front.”

  “Don’t make me chase you.”

  “Trust me, if I wanted to get away, there’d be no chase. I’d just be gone. But like I said, I want what you offered.”

  Pulling his phone from his pocket, he glances down at the screen.

  “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  Before I can respond, the phone is at his ear, a female voice bursting through the line.

  Not liking the jealously that shoots through my body, I quickly retreat out the door, making my way to the bar. I clear out my tab and head to the front of the bar, but before I reach the door two men walk in. My stomach drops at the patches decorating their leathers. Five Aces. I don’t recognize either of them from the meet earlier today. What fucking luck. Of all the goddamn bars in this town, they had to come to mine, or maybe that’s why they’re here. But the problem is I don’t have a gun, and they’re mere feet from me.

  They only time I ever hate being a woman is when it comes to physical confrontation. One good blow and I’m done for. That’s why you never let anyone get too close. Just as quickly as my fear rises, it’s replaced with anger. I have no reason to fear these fuckwads. I’m in a public place, and even the Five Aces aren’t that stupid.

  Locking my gaze on them, they both suddenly go still, letting me know they know who I am. Odds are they came looking for me. Word must have spread fast that their VP took a bullet to the shoulder, and it probably didn’t take long for them to guess who put it there.

  “I think it says a lot when they won’t let the one bitch they have in their crew party with them. She has to find some rundown place to hang out all alone,” the one with blonde hair drawls, taking a step closer to me. He’s within touching distance, and being this close to one of them puts me on edge.

  “Get out of my space, you piece of shit.”

  His mouth lifts in a smirk, making my blood boil. These fuckers broke into my range, stole my guns, then have the nerve to come to my bar and talk shit. Fuck it, breaking his pretty-boy face might be worth taking a few hits myself. He’s a little too pretty for his own good anyway.

  Pulling back my hand, I slug him right in the nose. His head flies back, making him stagger a few steps.

  “Told you to get out of my space,” I say calmly, testing my fingers to make sure I didn’t do any damage. That’s all I need, a fucked-up trigger finger.

  “You little cunt,” he snarls, curling his lips at me. Blood is coming out of his nose, and his whole face is flushed red—he’s probably embarrassment that same “cunt” just broke his nose. He starts to come back towards me but his sidekick grabs him by the arm, halting his movements.

  “Don’t. We’re in a public place and she’s got a fucking pussy. Not here,” his sidekick says to him.

  “I’m more than happy to kick your ass right here,” I bait sweetly, letting my anger get the best of me. What these men don’t know is part of what they stole from me could actually get me sent back to Texas and a needle put in my arm.

  “You stupid whore, you don’t know who you’re fucking with. You’re probably just some loose pussy the club likes to have around. I bet you gave them a taste of your cunt so you could get into the club to begin with, didn’t you?” I have to control my eye roll at his words, it’s like men can’t come up with something better than my spreading my legs.

  “I think your VP got a taste of me earlier today. Maybe you should have one too. Get a real good idea of how I got into my club.”

  They both take a step towards me, but stop short. I was so focused in on the Five Aces that I completely forgot about Vincent. His arm wraps around my waist pulling my back flush to his front, holding me in a possessive grip. One that says we’re more intimate than we are. That I’m his or some shit. He completely dwarfs me with his size, and he’s still got at least three inches on Blondie and Sidekick. His timing is perfect. He might not want to take me home after he hears these two run their mouths, but I won’t be taking a punch to the face.

  “There a problem?” Vincent growls from behind me. He locks his arm around me tighter, and I’m thankful he doesn’t pull me behind him. Neither of them say a word, just study him for a few beats, before fastening their gaze back on me.

  “You’re fucking a fed, Casper?”

  I feel Vincent’s body go solid against me. It takes me a moment to get what Blondie said, but before I respond, Vincent beats me to it. “Get the fuck out of here before I make your night hell.”

  “Fuck it,” the blonde snarls. “Have fun with the bitch. Hope you don’t end up with a few bullet holes in you. That’s her MO, but you probably know that, don’t you?”

  Vincent keeps his arm locked around me but doesn't respond.

  “The Five Aces a bunch of tattletales now? And you give my club shit for having a pussy in it. Seems like you guys have a few of you own.”

  “Fuck you,” he snaps back at me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  Both men head to the door, and I feel myself release a long breath.

  “Let me go,” I mutter.

  Vincent leans down, rubbing his lips against my neck.

  “It’s not what you think,” he mumbles, placing a soft kiss behind my ear. He’s completely foreign from the brute he was earlier when he had my wrist bound with his belt.

  “Let. Me. Go,” I say between gritted teeth. All the white-hot desire I felt for him washes away. Nothing better to kill a mood than thinking about spending the rest of your life in p
rison. And that’s exactly what Vincent could do to me.

  I drop his hand from my waist and turn to look up at him.

  My heart gives a traitorous jump at the defeated, miserable look on his face.

  “I’m not here as a fed, I—”

  I halt his words with a raised hand. How could a man I’ve known less than an hour rouse all these emotions in me? I want to scream and shout in his face. I feel like he’s just taken something that I want away from me. I never planned to try to keep him, but realizing that I can’t makes me want to punch someone again. With my luck it would only make him look more handsome.

  “Name,” I say, wanting to confirm something I feared when the Five Aces called him a fed. Something that Pres told me days ago.

  “Vincent Cassano”

  I close my eyes in pain before opening them to glare at him. Vincent Cassano. The fed who has been sniffing around about the guns, the same one asking questions about me. The one Pres told me to keep an eye out for.

  “You tried to fucking play me?”

  “No!” he barks, taking a step towards me that I only match in retreat.

  “You want to question me, you call my lawyer. I said all I had to say about the guns and anything else…” I let the last part hang, wondering if this is indeed about Texas. I know I’m wanted for questioning but they can’t make me go back without an extradition process. Besides, they never sent anyone to question me. Just a few queries over the phone where I also let them know not to call me again, but call my lawyer.

  “I swear this isn’t about that, I’d never do anything to hurt you.” He says it with such conviction that I want to believe him, but I can’t. I shouldn’t be mad at him, because I would do just about anything for my brothers, and maybe he’ll do anything for the feds. I can’t be mad at that kind of devotion. In fact, I should have some level of respect for it, but I can’t see past my anger.

  “Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t give two fucks what you were up to,” I say, turning to leave the bar. I have one thought on my mind now. My brothers need to know what happened tonight, and they need to know now.

  Peeling out of the parking lot, I make my way over to the bar most of the club members hang out at. It’s a mile down the road from the range and club, which sit on the outskirts of Kansas City, but it’s the closest place for the guys to get some easy ass. The bar has a few small stages in it, and the later the night gets, the greater the number of drunk girls taking off their clothes. Pres doesn’t allow sweet butts into the club, so this is where they all hang out. Shit went down when he took over, and a lot of trouble came from the random women around the club. He nipped that shit in the ass, so only old ladies are allowed in the club now. If you want a quick fuck you have to go down the road, or hope one of the old ladies likes to be shared. It is like shooting fish in a barrel down there for them. Women know that’s where the Ghost Riders like to hang, and they flock there. As much as I love my brothers, I’d rather not see them fucking. And no way could I ever fuck any of them.

  Pulling up to the front of the bar, I don’t see Pres’s chopper sitting out front, so I circle around the back. I see Pinch, a new prospect, leaning up against the side of the bar with a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock.

  Coming to a stop, I roll my window down and whistle to get his attention.

  “Casper,” he says, still letting the woman continue to suck him off. He grips her hair tighter, pushing her further down his cock.

  “You see Pres tonight?”

  “I’m not his fucking keeper. You out stalking his ass or something? You really his side piece?” His words grind on my nerves worse than they normally do.

  Seconds later, he cums in the woman's mouth, pissing me off further because he’s getting off while being a fuckhead to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with someone’s mouth about being in the club, but this kid is new so maybe he doesn’t know any better. It’s time he learned a thing or two about respect.

  The woman gets up from her knees shooting me a death glare, like I want to take this piece of shit from her. Pinch whispers something into her ear before she scurries back inside the bar. Just what I was waiting for.

  Pulling out a smoke he lights it, leaning back against the brick wall of the bar.

  “Got nothing to say, Casper? Now that the entire club isn’t beside you to shut someone down, you don’t seem to run your mouth as much.”

  He’s a hundred percent right. I won’t get out of my truck and walk over there looking for a fist fight. Some might call me a pussy for that, but I don’t give a flying fuck. He’s also right that if anyone tries to physical with me, my brothers get in their face, because let's be honest, I can’t win. And I have no problem letting them do it for me. Just like they have no problem sticking me in the hills, or on the top of buildings to do what I’m best at. We all have our skills and we use them for each other.

  Reaching into the back waistband of my pants, I pull out my 9mm Smith & Wesson and point it right at Pinch. God, I love Missouri’s right-to-carry law.

  The only light in the back parking lot doesn’t give me the best line of vision, but I don’t need it at this close range.

  Pinch throws his hands in the air when he catches sight of my gun. He was a little slow on the uptake, so I’m thinking he’s got to be more than a few beers deep.

  “See, Pinch, you fail to realize that I won’t fight fair. Yeah, you could probably take me in a fist fight, I got no doubt about that. But I think it’s time you understood something. They call me Casper for a reason, you never know when I might just pop up on you, and shoot your fucking nuts off.”

  “You wou—” Before he can finish his sentence, I shoot him in the crotch. He doubles over and hits the hard ground.

  “Well damn. Isn’t that neat? Those rubber bullets don’t even make your gun recoil,” I say, cocking the gun back to look in the chamber. “Too bad I can only load one at a time,” I say and put in the next one.

  “Fuck, Cas. Please, I’m sorry.”

  I fire the next one at his ass, and he screams like a bitch.

  “Go home, Pinch,” I say, as he starts moaning louder. “I’m sergeant at arms in this club and you better learn some fucking respect if you ever hope to see a patch.”

  Not waiting for a response, I roll up my window and head to the club. Those damn rubber bullets cost three dollars a pop, but it’s the best six dollars I’ve ever spent.

  “Fucking hell, Cas, I hate when you do that shit,” Pres snaps at me from behind his desk. He is so engrossed in what he’s doing he doesn’t notice me leaning against the far wall in his office until I clear my throat. It’s not hard for me to sneak up on people, but I can’t normally do it to Pres. I can tell by the way his hair is sticking out six different ways that he’s been running his fingers through it. The dark circles under his eyes show a lack of sleep, because normally Pres isn't too hard on the eyes.

  “What the fuck have I got this fucking dog for if you can get in here without him noticing?.”

  “I told you not to get that mutt,” I say.

  “Damn, Cas. I know I’m not the prettiest, but no need to call me a mutt,” Savage, the clubs VP, says, strolling into Pres’s office and plopping down on the couch. It’s not a shocker they’re both here tonight. Savage never goes to the bar, and Pres never seems to get away from the club.

  I know Savage never goes out because he has issues. He’s had them since he left the marines when an IED sent him home, thank God not in a bag. The day Abe had his accident is still burned into my brain.

  Sometimes the worst part about being a sniper is that all you can do is watch. See the aftermath of the chaos, and what is left behind. That day the explosion took Abe and left Savage in his place. Gone is the laid back man who would talk for hours about the woman he left behind. He always said he’d marry her when he was back stateside. Now we can’t say her name without him getting up and leaving the room.

  As for Pres, I�
��m not sure why he can’t pull himself from this place, but tonight I’m glad he’s here.

  “I ran into a couple of Five Aces tonight.” Pres and Savage both survey my body, looking for damage. “And Agent Vincent Cassano,” I finish.

  “Fuck me,” Savage growls.

  “When it rains it fucking pours, doesn’t it?” Pres says, standing from behind his desk. He makes his way to the front and leans against it. Pulling out his phone, he hits a few buttons, and moments later Scribe, the club's secretary/treasurer, walks into the room shooting me a quick wink before sitting down next to Savage.

  “Out with it.”

  I give him almost every detail of what happened. I left out how many times Vincent made me cum, but they got a lot of it. This wasn’t a time to hold back. It’s always best your team knows everything, so no surprises can get you.

  “He wants you,” Pres says when I finally finish my story.

  I just nod in agreement. I don’t think Vincent wants me just because of a job he’s working, I think he actually wants me. I’ve been around men my whole life, stuck in small places with them for hours, so I’ve learned to read them pretty well.

  “But you think he’s investigating you too?” Pres asks.

  I nod again. He knew who I was when he entered that bar. After I realized who he was I replayed everything in my head “I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you.” He said that like he’d been waiting longer than that night. Because he had been. Who knows how long he’s been watching me. I had thought I felt something, a creepy feeling, but I chalked it up to being on edge about the guns being stolen.

  “Can’t say I blame the guy, I’ve been trying to get Cas to let me between her legs for years now, and I still do what she tells me to. I can’t imagine what she could get me to do if she actually gave me a taste.” Scribe says, shooting me a look I’ve seen him give women who drop their panties for him instantly.

  Scribe is beyond hot. He’s what you'd see if GQ decided they wanted to do a cover with a tattooed-up biker on it. Most women just flock to him because of his looks, but I love him because he always makes me laugh. He can also hack into almost anything. I flip him the bird before getting back on topic.