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He throws his head back and laughs. “Fucking hell, Haze. Never knew there was a woman alive who didn’t want to fall into bed with you.” He pauses, scowling. “Besides Ora, of course.”

If only he knew.

I’d give up every other fucking woman I’ve ever been with just to have Luella.

“She’ll come around,” I reply, dragging my eyes back to her. There’s no fighting what we have. Trust me, I’ve fucking tried. I wanted to stay away from her, but I couldn’t. And when I didn’t come for her—she found me.

No one can tell me that fate doesn’t exist.

What we share is a once-in-a-lifetime type of connection. And I’d never say that out loud to War, but I am a fucking songwriter, and you best believe she’s been my muse for as long as I can remember. I don’t care what I have to do, I’m not letting her slip through my fingers again.

“How’s the bakery rebuild going?” Angel asks, leaning back in his chair. The scar that runs along his face might scare some, but I know how he got it, and it’s a mark he should wear with pride.

“Good. I’m paying extra to have it done faster,” I admit. “Ora got Lu to design it exactly how she wants it, and I’m going to make sure it happens. Whatever insurance doesn’t cover, I’m putting in the rest.”

It’s going to be even better than before her dream bakery. The kitchen is going to be ten times better than it was. No expense will be spared.

Scorp makes a whipping noise, and the men all laugh. It’s not like War can talk, but I don’t point that out to our VP.

“We still haven’t caught the fuckers who did it,” War reminds us, but we all know it’s the Isle of Insanity MC. They’ve been quiet, and it’s making us nervous. After losing a few of their members, they will be regrouping, but that doesn’t mean they won’t come back. It’s why the women can’t go anywhere alone for now. Until then, we’re making our own plans. We’ve increased the amount of guns we hold and are working on making some new allies. It’s risky business to get the mafia involved, but we want the Serpents of Chaos MC to be untouchable.

“When does Curse get out?” I ask, changing the subject.

Curse is a patched member of our club. He’s been locked up for three years but is due to be released soon. Curse is a tattoo artist and a spooky motherfucker. He knows shit. He sees through people. Sometimes, I wonder if he can read minds. Shame he didn’t see himself being locked up on a weapons charge.

“Next month. Suit is working on it,” War replies, grinning. “We’ll have to throw him a party… he’s going to want some pussy.”

War would know.

When he got out, he went to a club and straight into Ora’s arms.

“Can’t wait to have him back.” Scorp grins, grabbing the neck of his beer bottle and taking a long drink. It’s not often our club doctor is here, but when he is, the man likes to let loose. His skin has gotten tanner from all the hours he spends surfing. I don’t know how he fits it in with his schedule, but I suppose living by the beach helps.

My eyes snap back to Luella, and I frown when I see Lore move up next to her, his arm firmly around her chest, resting just above one of her juicy tits. “He’s really fucking pushing it,” I mutter, and War follows my line of sight and grunts.

“Almost put that fucker down myself,” War mutters under his breath, then darts his eyes over to Scorp, the man Prez wanted his daughter to be with for a period of time there.

Scorp winces and lifts his hands. “I didn’t touch your old lady.”

“Only thing keeping you breathing.”

“Fuck, everyone is getting taken down one by one.” Angel smirks, shaking his head. “Put a fucking bullet in me before I become as pussy whipped as you two.”

Angel says something else, but his words barely register because I’m too busy wondering why Lore is still standing so fucking close to her.

When he kisses her jaw, I’ve had enough. Standing up, my chair flies backward and falls over as I stalk toward her. The smug bastard just smirks. We’re all good fighters. It’s a part of being in the MC, but I’ve trained longer than him.

Luella’s eyes widen as she sees me approaching, and I can only imagine what my expression looks like. I’ve never been jealous once in the time we’ve been apart, but the second she’s back in my life, I want to punch every fucker who looks at her.

“Lore, unless you want to get in the ring right now, you’ll get your fucking hands off Luella,” I snap, pulling her away from him and next to me.

Ora looks up at me with narrowed blue eyes. I know she’s not my biggest fan, but she doesn’t know me. She has no reason to be protective over my woman.

Luella was mine before she even knew her.

“You guys want to pull your dicks out and measure?” Ora smirks, having a silent conversation with Luella with their eyes. Ora suddenly laughs like a joke was told that only she can understand.

Lore crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m just friends with her, Haze. No reason to resort to violence. Is she your old lady yet?”