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SHOTGUN

I pictured this moment countless times in my head, never truly believing it would happen—Jade on the back of my bike, her arm wrapped around my middle, tits pressed tight against my back.

Fucking Heaven.

I reach for her calf, squeezing it gently as I pull my Harley through the clubhouse gates. If it weren’t for the kids, I would’ve crossed state lines, taken her to Jersey, maybe even as far as Philly. We could’ve stopped for cheesesteaks, then on the drive back, I would’ve found a spot on the highway to pull over and bend over the back of my bike.

But we aren’t livin’ for stolen moments anymore. She’s mine and we got nothing but time. There will be plenty more rides, and ending this one a little earlier isn’t the end of the world, especially if it means I get to fuck her in my bed sooner rather than later.

I kill the engine on my Harley, and Jade loosens her arms around my waist. My eyes dart to the sideview mirror, and I watch as she removes her helmet. I bought it for her this morning, and had the guy at the shop put a decal on it that reads Property of Shotgun .

“Oh God, that was fun,” she says, shaking out her long, brown hair. I take the helmet from her, looping the straps through my handlebars as she throws her leg over the side of the bike, and pops up on her feet, winding her arms around my neck. Her mouth crushes against mine, and that sweet tongue of hers licks into my mouth.

I grip her ass tight as I kiss her back. Maybe it isn’t too late to bend her over.

That thought is killed when she breaks the kiss and reaches for my hands. Lacing her fingers with mine, she flashes me that gorgeous smile of hers. “Come on,” she urges. “I want to check on the boys, then I want to have a drink, and after that I want to suck your cock.”

She gives my hands a tug, and I dismount.

Licking my lips, my eyes slowly trail the length of her. “As much as I want to fuck your mouth, mama, I’ve been waiting way too long to have your pussy.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulls me toward the clubhouse.

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to go to sleep until you cum down my throat.’

“That’s not a hardship, Jade.”

She pops her shoulder, releasing one of my hands to open the door to the clubhouse. “I think that depends on your stamina. It’s that time of the month, Shotgun. I can fuck all night, and I’ll still be hungry for your cock.”

“There’s a solution to that.”

She walks into the clubhouse, then turns and glances at me from over her shoulder. She quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What’s your solution?”

I step around her, pinning her back to the door as I press one hand above her head. Lowering my lips to her ear, “I knock you up.”

We haven’t talked about having more kids. We haven’t discussed marriage either. Though, I’d take her to the courthouse in the morning and make her my wife if she told me that’s what she wants.

I lean back, my eyes searching hers for a beat. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until a grin spreads across her face, and the pressure leaves my chest.

“You want to put a baby in me, Shotgun?”

I want to put a dozen in her, but I’ll be grateful for one.

“That shouldn’t even be a question.”

“Then I should tell you that I’m even more horny when I’m pregnant.” She licks her lips. “Once the second trimester hits, you won’t be able to leave the house. I’ll be on your dick morning, noon, and night.”

I bend my head, nipping at her lips. “I think I can deal with it.”

“Oh, shit, they’re back,” Taxi shouts. “Hide the cocaine and take the gun out of Legend’s hands. Did you get a long sleeve shirt to hide Killian’s tattoo?”

Jade’s eyes go wide, and she sheds my block. When I turn around I find all the brothers gathered around the common area.

Taxi winks at her, “Relax, Jade. The boys asleep in their room.”

Their room.

Not Irish’s room.

But theirs.

“All went well,” Biggie shares. “We may have hyped them up on sugar and fed them one too many slices of pizza. But they’re good. Killian needs a bath in the morning, though. We were only partially kidding about the tattoo thing. Jersey, here, gave him a sleeve with some washable markers.”

“Incoming,” Jersey says, pointing his beer toward the surveillance footage displayed on the flat screen televisions positioned over the bar. I don’t bother looking, my people are here. The boys are safe and sound in their room, and Jade is standing between my legs, her back against my chest, my arms wrapped tight around her waist as she sips her wine. Jesus Christ himself could walk through those doors, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.

Jade laughs as I nuzzle her neck. “You don’t want me to finish my wine, do you?”

“What would give you that idea?”

She turns her head slightly as she reaches behind her to wind her arm around my neck, lowering her voice so only I can hear her. “Your cock pressed against my back.”

“Can’t help it. I’ve been hard since our ride.” And even harder when we started talking about having a baby together. Now, it’s all I can think about.

“Isn’t that Bella’s car?” Jersey asks. Jade turns her head, her eyes darting to the screen over the bar. I’m convinced the woman loves torturing me. However, the movement gives me the perfect opportunity to nuzzle her neck.

“Yeah, that’s her car,” Jade confirms. “That’s not Bella, though.

My lips leave her neck, and I glance up at the screen. My eyes immediately narrow at the figure extraditing himself from the driver’s seat, but then I catch movement directly behind Bella’s car.

“That’s one of Mondestino’ guys,” I say, immediately turning to where Biggie sits at the other end of the bar. The woman he’s been fucking more regularly, a stripper from Lipstick & Lace, quickly becomes a forgotten thought as he pushes her away and vacates his stool. He comes closer, taking a better look at the surveillance footage, his eyes zeroing in on the black Suburban parked directly behind Bella’s car.

“And that’s fucking Mondestino,” Biggie growls. His gaze cuts to me, his eyes conveying what I’m thinking.

We should’ve fucking killed this motherfucker already. Wiped out his entire organization. That’s always been the plan. But just when we’re ready to strike, he pulls a wild card, making us believe it only benefits us to keep him breathing. First he delivered the fucking Albanians, then we started making money hand over fist with the expansion of Lipstick & Lace. All that aside, I’m mostly to blame for why he’s still alive. I got soft after Jade and I got together. The hunger in my veins had little to do with revenge, and everything to do with my woman.

Loving her.

Fucking her.

Building a goddamn life with her.

“Where’s Guido?” Biggie snarls.

“He went back to his room with Tatiana, and Christa,” Skid shares.

“Well, go get him. Tell him the fucking party is over.”

I turn my attention back to Jade, giving her lips a quick peck. “Go to my room. I’ll be there shortly.”

Searching my eyes, she purses her lips, hesitating only a fraction of a second before she lowers her glass to the bar. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Shotgun.”

“I don’t intend too.”

Before she can untangle herself from between my legs, the front door to the clubhouse swings open, and Mondestino struts inside, donning a black, custom-tailored suit. The top few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt are undone, and usually perfectly combed hair is disheveled. A dark expression clouts his face as the man who was driving Bella’s car holds the door open behind him.

“Mondestino,” Biggie greets, his jaw clenched tight. “Thought we had an agreement. My boots don’t touch your palace, and you fucking high-price loafers don’t touch mine.”

I push off my stool, pushing Jade behind me, and glare at the man who orchestrated Irish and I to be taken. My hand moves inside my kutte, to the leather holster containing my gun. I will blow this motherfucker’s head off if he tries any shit.

“Yeah, well, considering I found something that belongs to you, I didn’t think you would mind making an exception,” Mondestino says, turning toward the door. One of Mondestino’s enforcers enter the clubhouse, carrying an unconscious Bella in his arms.

All bloody and bruised.

My hand pauses on my gun.

“Oh my God,” Jade shrieks from behind me. She pushes me out of the way, and steps in front of me. My hand leaves my gun, and I circle her waist, holding her back from taking another step forward. “What happened to her?”

Mondestino’s eyes dart from Jade to me, then land on Biggie. “We found her in the parking lot of Lipstick & Lace. She was on the ground right outside her car. My brother checked the cameras, and it appears that she drove herself to the club, got out, and collapsed. She needs a doctor.”

“Set her down on the pool table,” Biggie orders. “Where the fuck is Guido?”

“I’m right here,” growls, zipping up his jeans. “What’s the big…” His voice trails when he steps out from the mouth of the hallway and his eyes land on Mondestino’s enforcer laying Bella on the pool table. Before any of us can get a word out he lunges for the guy, taking him by the lapels of his suit and throwing him up against the nearest wall.

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

I jump to pull him off the guy. “Man, stop. They fucking found her and brought her here. It wasn’t them.”

“Control your pit bull, Biggie,” Mondestino warns.

Guido drops his hold on the guy’s suit and shrugs out of my hold. With his nostrils flaring and his fists balled tight, he turns to Bella. All the color drains from his face, and he strides toward the pool table. For a second he just stares at her, cataloging all her injuries, then he gathers her in his arms. A moan slips past her lips as he pulls her against his chest.

“I’m going to kill him,” he vows.

THE END