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“Ahhh, gonna fucking breed you, cub,” Tiger said.

“Yes… do it. Plant your seed in me, Tiger… Breed me,” Ze begged and licked his lips.

Tiger’s hips stuttered their strokes and he groaned as his body stiffened. “Ahhh shit… shit!” he belted as his body released his load of passion deep inside of Ze. Nothing between them, and he shuddered from the sensation of everything he was feeling. Claiming his man, breeding him, he came so hard he got dizzy. He collapsed on top of Ze, chest heaving as he panted. Ze held him, his legs still wrapped around Tiger’s body. They lay together like that for a few minutes before Tiger raised up and began kissing Ze again.

“You’re mine in every way now, cub,” he told him.

“That’s what I want to be,” Ze said.

Tiger smiled and pulled out to lay beside him. He gathered Ze to him and closed his eyes. For the first time in his life… he felt content.

11

ZE

One Month Later.

“What the fuckhappened to y’all?” Hound Dog asked Ze, Goat, and Bruiser after they’d entered the clubhouse, blood on their shirts and pants. They had a few cuts and bruises as well.

“Fucking Devil’s Regrets bitches jumped us at the strip club,” Bruiser said as he dabbed a sore spot on his cheek.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Zindel asked as he approached his brother who had a cut by his eyebrow.

“I’m walking, right? I’m okay,” Ze replied.

Zindel huffed. “Well, you don’t have to be a smartass about it. I’m just worried,” he said.

Ze smirked. “I fucked his ass up, the guy who hit me with that fucking bottle,” he said as he dabbed the cut with a napkin from the bar.

“Those motherfuckers!” Hound Dog growled. “They’re going to pay for that shit.”

“Why are they even attacking, didn’t we settle shit with them?” Tat asked. “They have the west side and we have the south?”

“Yeah, well, I guess they want it all,” Goat said. His shirt was ripped and there were spots of blood on it and a fresh bruise was darkening on his cheek. He walked over to the refrigerator and removed three beers. He returned to the other two men and handed them each one before sitting on a barstool and drinking his.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jimmy asked as he walked out of his office with Wolf at his side.

“Fucking Regrets jumped us at the strip club when Ze and I were collecting,” Bruiser said.

“I was there watching the show and saw what happened. I joined the fight after those assholes kicked it off,” Goat said.

“I put one of them in the hospital,” Ze said.

“We had to break the fuck out of there before the cops came,” Bruiser added.

“So, we’ll most likely be getting a visit from the police,” Wolf stated. “Those sons of bitches broke the agreement.”

Jimmy nodded and slammed his fist on the bar top. “They want a fucking war, we’ll give it to them.”

Ze took a swig of his beer and looked at his brother, who was sitting on a barstool gazing fondly at the watch on his wrist and for the first time, he noticed all the bling on Zindel’s body. “Where the fuck did you get all that?”

“Oh yeah, I was about to call you. Talk some sense into your brother,” HD said, pointing at Zin.

Wolf scoffed. “Are we sure Ze’s the one who can talk sense into anyone? That’s literally the blind leading the blind right there.”

“I’ll have you know the blind can lead just fine,” said Reginald “Peepers” Jenkins.

“Shut your blind ass up, didn’t nobody ask for your input,” Wolf teased with a smile.