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Ze smiled as he kissed Colton’s face. Their bodies may have been bruised and cut up, but at that moment, he didn’t even feel the pain of the gunshot wound in his arm. All he could feel was the ecstasy of his man’s cock inside of him, pulsating because of the pleasure his body had given Colton.

Colton pulled himself free, then helped Ze off the sink. He looked down at Ze’s erection and smiled. “Well, isn’t that pretty.”

“It’s what you do to me,” Ze said, his voice heavy with lust.

Colton winked, then knelt before Ze and took hold of his cock. He slipped his tongue under the foreskin and licked along the sensitive flesh. The sensation made Ze shudder from the pleasurable sensation. Colton pushed the foreskin back, letting Ze’s glans poke through, glistening with precum. “Ooooh, I love a drooling cock.” Colton sucked and licked Ze’s cock, his tongue teasing the head, shaft, and slit.

“Holy fuck!” Ze gasped, and braced himself on Colton’s shoulders as he enjoyed one hell of a blowjob. He ran his fingers through Colton’s thick silver mane, loving how silky each strand felt. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” he told him.

Colton didn’t pull back, only sucked harder, and Ze cried out as he came, his body shaking and jerking with the powerful sensation. His chest heaved as little tremors flowed through him and Colton pulled back with an audible pop of his lips. He rose and kissed Ze, the remnants of Ze’s orgasm being shared between them.

Colton broke their kiss. “Now, we need to go.”

Ze nodded, he was slightly disoriented after having such an intense orgasm, but he gathered his senses enough to pull on his underwear and pants, zipping and buttoning them up. Colton tossed the condom, then wiped his cock off before tucking himself away.

“What can you tell me about this Shadow Fox?” Ze asked as the two walked out of the bathroom.

“That he’s a sneaky fucker when he wants to be, hence his codename. But more noteworthy is that he’s a better killer than I am,” Colton said. “He likes to avoid physical confrontation as much as possible, prefers to kill from afar. Or poison. He’ll walk right past you on the street and bump into you and keep walking. You think it was just some rude bastard, but a few minutes later, you stop breathing. Honestly, I’m not sure what all of his skills are or who he even is. I’ve never had any run-ins with him and we tend to stay out of each other’s way as a professional courtesy.”

“Fuck, I have to tell my club,” Ze said. The assassin after him now could try to use his club against him and he couldn’t let them be victims, not knowing what the hell is going on.

Something caught Colton’s attention and he pointed to a spot on the floor. “You have money there.”

Ze turned to look. “Yeah, I had it earlier. I tossed it so that it wouldn’t get in the way before I kicked you.”

“Ah, I see.” Colton nodded. “Let’s get out of here as discreetly as possible.”

“Follow me,” Ze said, then led the way out of the bathroom on hands and knees. He crawled down the hallway to the back door. Colton was behind him and they left the apartment. Now, both rose to their feet and Ze locked the door. They avoided the one window they passed as they made their way downstairs into the basement. There, they took the stairs one flight up to the clubhouse, which was a secret way to get from the clubhouse to the apartment section without having to go outside first. It came in handy when they were on lockdowns.

Standing in the middle of the clubhouse a bit bloody and battered drew the attention of Ze’s brothers. Most notably, his president, VP, SA, and father figure, Hound Dog.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Wolf asked, seeing the new state that both men were in. Ze’s arm was bandaged and new bruises formed on both of their faces.

Other brothers gathered around, now alarmed at the state of one of their own. Glares were directed at Colton and a few of them reached for their guns.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jimmy asked as he stepped in front of the crowd that was gathering.

Ze held up his hands. “I can explain.”

“Better start, then,” Jimmy said, his blue gaze panned over to Colton and his jaw tightened before returning his gaze to Ze.

“I can answer your questions,” Colton said. “My name is Colton Bridger, and I was hired by a man named Lindsay Hutchinson to assassinate Zaire.”

Ze looked at his president and he could see the rage building in that stone-cold glare and he knew he was going to be in a shit ton of trouble. He just hoped he didn’t get kicked out of the club for bringing this level of danger to their doorstep.

“Go on,” Jimmy said.

Colton cleared his throat and continued. “I had tracked him down when he left to fulfill his own mission and tried to take him out at a motel in Indiana.”

At the mention of the motel, Jimmy snapped his glare to Ze. “You fucking lied to me? I asked you about that motel and you told me that it wasn’t you. Why? All of this time, you’ve been lying when this shit was going on,” Jimmy yelled as he pointed at Colton, then to Ze. “Explain yourself!”

It wasn’t often that Ze was the source or target of Jimmy’s anger, but whenever he was, he hated it. Made him feel like a kid being scolded by his grandfather, no less. He winced, but spoke up. “Because I wanted to protect the club. I didn’t want you to get involved.”

“Bull-fucking-shit. You think the club would have been okay with you taking on this kind of threat by yourself? What the fuck do you think brotherhood is?” Jimmy snapped.

“What was the real reason?” Hound Dog asked. He was the only other person there who knew Ze as well as Zindel did.

Ze licked his lips. “Because I really did want to protect the club… but… I also wanted to take him out on my own.”