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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Iron

I had a plan.

I had men coming along to back me up.

I had it all set.

Except for the Petra part.

I realized I was in a relationship now and though it was club business, I really should have let her know. After all, she was kind of part of this whole thing. It was her ass on the line before mine. All connections led to her business and her girl. And while I knew she’d never give me or the club up if she got caught, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her until it was done.

See, the problem was that I knew her too well. And if Petra knew that there was something that involved her, she’d want to have a hand in it.

I had to protect my woman, even if it was from herself.

If I told her the plan, she’d insist on going along and even more than that, she’d want to take the lead. It wouldn’t matter if I threw all the logical reasons she should stay out of it at her, once she had blood on her mind, there was no stopping her.

I pulled out a change of clothes figuring I’d probably need them at some point. I thought about Petra with everything I piled onto my bed.

She would hate me for this when she found out. And I knew that she would. I was just hoping that it wouldn’t be until after it was over. I blindly prayed that she wouldn’t try to walk away from me because of it.

I paused, looking down at my bed. I saw Petra there in my mind, her arms and legs wrapped around me while she slept.

I’d do anything to protect her just like I would my club.

Even if that meant I lost her.

Yeah, I’d be kickin’ myself for this decision later.

I knew I wouldn’t get away with leaving town without seeing her one more time. That didn’t mean that I was going to tell her anything. But if shit with her and me went sour, I wanted to have one more night.

I left my stuff neatly on the bed once I had it all together.

The ride to her place was quick.

I took the elevator up to her penthouse and let myself in.

“Iron?”

I heard her heels click across the room as I stepped out of the elevator.

“I need you, Pet,” I said and didn’t wait for her to reach me.

With wide steps, I scooped her up into my arms. My mouth was on hers before she had a chance to say anything.

Petra had been in my bed many times but I’d yet to see hers. That was going to change tonight.

“Take me to bed,” I said as my lips grazed her neck.

She took my hand, and a brief look of silent understanding passed between us when I pulled back to look into her eyes.

We paused briefly at the door to her playroom. With a look, she told me to stay. I watched as she went in, took something off of the far wall, and came back out.

We walked on until we reached the end of the hall.

The door opened and my eyes darted around, greedily taking in the expansive bedroom in front of me.