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I don’t cheat, and I won’t ever lie
to you. If I can’t answer the question, I’ll tell you that. Club business is
usually off the table, but you can still ask.”
    “I’ve been known to be nosy,” I
warned.
    “What woman isn’t?”
    I gasped in an effort not to
laugh. “Jerk.”
    “Am I wrong?”
    “No, probably not, but you’re not
supposed to say that.”
    “Says the woman without a
filter,” he teased.
    I smacked his arm. “I’m leaving.”
    “Yeah?” He squeezed my hip and I
didn’t move as he grinned and leaned down.
    I nodded. “Yeah.”
    His mouth covered mine and I
forced myself not to melt into him. Good God, the man could kiss. He broke the
connection far too soon and I wrinkled my nose in disappointment. “So... you’re
going to call me later?”
    Mack laughed. “Yeah, babe, I’m
gonna call you later.”
    “God, I sound like a love-struck
teenager.”
    He stroked my cheek. “I like
that, Darien.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes. I like everything about
you.”
    I bit my lip. “Same... well, all
but the chauvinism.”
    He chuckled before he kissed me
again quickly. “Text me when you get home.”
    “Bossy.”
    “Lots of practice, Darien,
remember that.”
    I laughed. “You don’t scare me,
Logan ‘Mack’ Reed.”
    “Well, that’s a good start,
then.”
    “Are people often afraid of you?”
    A loud whistle startled Darien,
and then Pug yelled, “Mack! Need ya inside, brother.”
    Mack gave Pug a chin lift and
then focused back on me again. “Text.”
    I gave him a salute. “Yes, sir.”
    He chuckled and kissed me again.
After waiting for me to get into the car, I noticed he waited until I drove out
of sight. I grinned the entire way home and texted him when I arrived safely.

 

     
    M ACK WALKED BACK inside, admittedly
distracted by his not so newfound adoration of Darien. He’d never felt like
this before and it was strange for him. He headed back out to the front of the
club and found Knight talking with Katya Kozlov. He scowled.
    Fuckin’ Nika sent his sister to
do his dirty work.
    “Mack!” Katya crooned, her Russian
accent thick as she smiled at him.
    He once thought it was sexy,
especially in bed, but today, he found it grating. He forced a smile and made
his way to her. “Afternoon, Katya.” Kissing both of her cheeks, he raised an
eyebrow. “Nika was supposed to be here.”
    “I know. Family emergency, so I’m
here.”
    “Why aren’t you with the family?”
Mack challenged.
    She chuckled. “His kids.”
    “Ah. Well, I don’t know that you
and I can solve anything today, but I appreciate you stopping by.”
    Katya stepped closer to him and
ran a finger down his chest. “Oh, darling, I think you and I can solve
everything today.”
    He removed her hand and put
distance between them again. “Your brother has twenty-four hours to make this
right, Katya, or he deals with me directly. Remind him it’s his last chance.”
    “I will. But what about you and I
have a little fun while we wait?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    He shook his head. She seemed
genuinely surprised. “Katya, I don’t want to insult you, but our fun is over. I
told you that six months ago and then again three weeks ago.”
    She licked her lips. “But I
thought we could try again.”
    “I’m flattered.” He wasn’t, but
she needed to be “managed.” “But, no.”
    Katya’s lip popped out in a very
practiced pout. “Well, when you’re done with whoever you’re fucking, let me
know.”
    Mack shook his head. “Tell Nika,
yeah?”
    “I will.” She stomped out of the
club like a petulant child whose toy was taken away from her.
    “Need me to handle that?” Knight
asked.
    Aidan ‘Knight’ Quinn got his
nickname partly due to his gallantry toward women and partly due to the fact he
was a genius with horses. His brother Ace (Carter) had been with the club for
years, and Knight had just got his patch.
    “Not sure yet, brother,” Mack
admitted. “Booker and I need to make a few