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– DEEDS –
Retirement should be all about putting your damn feet up, slowing your roll, and enjoying the days without working all the damn time. For me and my old lady there’s no such thing as retirement. Officially there is, but off the books, we’re always involved in club stuff no matter where we are.
Pride hits me when I think about all the shit we’ve accomplished over the decades we’ve spent together. Not only did we make a huge change for our own Broken Deeds chapter by solving crime cases for the government. All the people we saved, the piece of mind we managed to give to the victims’ families.
Over time we added more chapters and even built alliances with other MCs to work cases all over the world. The mindset we created is bigger than when we started and still going strong, even without our help or interference.
All our kids are in the same line of work, and our sons are presidents of their own chapter. I still can’t believe one of our two daughters married a damn king and gave us grandkids who also want to join the MC life. Fucking hell, a third generation is about to take part in what the second generation already thrives in. Unbelievable.
“Did Archer get back to you yet?” Hotlips asks.
I don’t have to check the time to tell her, “He’s still in the meeting.”
She huffs and turns her attention back to the tablet in her hand. My oldest son, Archer, and I already predicted we’d be on a plane coming his way when he stumbled onto the woman who looks like a carbon copy of the younger version of my wife.
Hotlips has always been the hands-on type of woman no matter the issue thrown at her feet. Any member of Broken Deeds MC, nationwide of any chapter for that matter, knows exactly who she is. The government isn’t all too happy about her reckless reputation. She’s got bigger balls than some men and uses her gorgeous head like a database she can access at any damn time.
I knew from the moment I heard her voice through the phone she was a special kinda girl. The text messages between us that followed were playful, intriguing, and cock-twitching. The day we ran into one another face-to-face was when I knew I had to claim her on the spot. We fucked minutes after we met, and then she got attacked right after, pulling her into a criminal case we were working on because they assumed she was my old lady.
At the time Lynn–my Hotlips as I call her due to that hot mouth of hers–her brother, Zack, was the president of Areion Fury MC. To say he didn’t like a president from another MC claiming his sister was an understatement. Didn’t stop me from taking what’s rightfully mine, though.
Best thing I ever did in my life was claim the woman as mine. Yet, it wasn’t as easy as it sounds…nothing ever is with Hotlips and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Are you sleeping?” A sigh rips from her. “You fell asleep with your eyes still open, didn’t you?”
The corner of my mouth twitches.
“Good, you’re awake. Tell me, why all the secrecy and not let me in on this the normal way? You kept your mouth shut and made me rile you up as if I had to get a corkscrew to make the bubbly seep out. Why?” she demands.
Shit. I can’t simply tell her I did it to make sure she’d sink her teeth in it. The last time we helped out with something she ended up with a damn brain bleed. I made her promise me to stop doing dangerous stuff because we’re not as young as we used to be while facing shit.
So, how could I simply hand her these details and tell her we need to hop on a plane to solve this shit, when I’d rather have her safe and relaxed? It never worked well in the past…unless it’s her decision. Telling Lynn what to do makes her jump outside of the box and makes you wonder why, or where the fuck you put said box in the first place.
Lying is also something I never do, and I find myself saying, “I think you’re sexy as fuck when you’re pissed and annoyed. Biting your teeth into something makes me rock hard and–”
“Stop making me all hot and bothered. I only packed a few changes of clothes, and we land in twenty minutes. Sex is messy and a quickie isn’t as quick anymore,” she huffs.
Dammit, she’s right. “You’re sharper and become obsessed when you hear no or are kept at a distance. Archer wants you to dig into your past and I know some things are not as fun as you told our kids, or anyone else for that matter.”
She dips her chin and shoots me a glare over her glasses. A smirk slides across my face, and I reach down to adjust my cock, letting her know the action has the opposite effect on me. There’s no one in this fucked-up world who has this effect on me except her.
“Men,” she huffs and gives the tablet another glance before she puts it away and asks, “Have you reached out to my brother yet?”
I shake my head. “No. Archer only talked to me about it and put the meeting with his government contact in place. We’ll know more once we land and meet up with him.”
Her view goes out the window when she says, “A doppelganger is possible and doesn’t necessarily mean she’s related to me.”
“But what if she is?” I ask.
“How?” my gorgeous woman snaps. “You’re the only one who knocked me up, and we all know what came out of my pussy. My brother knocked up my best friend a few times and all of those are accounted for as well. The only other option…no. It’s simply not possible. It’s a non-related doppelganger. A fucking creepy coincidence.”
“Right,” I quickly agree, knowing her blood pressure is rising and not liking it one damn bit.
She checks the time. “We’ll know more details soon enough and then I’m going to not so accidentally run into her and draw some blood. Her DNA will give us all we need to know.”
“We might need to let Archer handle the run in–” I stop mid-sentence when she glares at me again over the rim of her glasses and instead tell her, “Nah, better to let you handle it ’cause we all know how amazing you are when it comes to drawing blood.”
My old lady gives me a tight nod. “Damn fucking sure I am.”
No denying and thank fuck I’m not president anymore. My kid can tell his mother not to interfere, and then she will still do it. ’Cause everyone knows Hotlips gets her way no matter what.