Page 6 of Seduction

“Hi, beautiful. What are you doing back there?”

“Inventory for tonight, making sure we have enough liquor.” She jerks her head toward the right. “He’s in the chapel.”

“Thanks.”

I walk through the chapel doors, finding a contemplative Gage sitting around the table.

“Why are you locked away in here by yourself?”

“Needed to think.” He nods to my seat on his left. “Sit.”

“What’s up?”

“Jefecalled. Wants me to do a run tomorrow.”

Jefe. The Mexican runs guns, his major business being a guns-for-coke deal with the Colombians. Years we’ve been working with him and his real name is a mystery.

“Did you tell him you’ll be on your honeymoon?”

“Yeah. He offered to triple our fee.”

“Shit.” I lean forward. “What the hell is he transporting?”

“His family.”

I nod in understanding. This is where most of the MC’s money comes from—protection runs. If you want something transported safely, we’ll get it done, whether the shipment is legal or not. However, we do own two legitimate businesses. There’s the Pretty Kitty, a strip club outside of town, and Patch, an auto parts store on Main Street. When Gage was voted in as president, he moved us in that direction. He owns two businesses himself: Scythe, an eighteen-and-over nightclub, and 12 Gauge Security. I have my medical career, but he’s also encouraged all the brothers to have their own legal means of earning. He’s a good president, good brother, good friend.

“He’s been getting threats. Wants to get his old lady and baby girl out of the line of fire.”

“What did you tell him?”

Something like this would be personal for Gage. I know he still blames himself for what happened to Raven, not being able to protect her.

“Nothing yet. I mean, we can handle the run. Thing is, what the fuck do I tell my wife?”

I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. “Only been a day and you’re fucking whipped.”

“Fuck you. Faced with the choice of money or Raven, she’ll win out every time, E.”

“I know, man. I know. What are you thinking?”

“If I do the logistics shit, you think you can handle it? IfJefeagrees, of course.”

“Sure. Plus we got all these guys coming in, so we’ll have bodies just in case.”

“I’ll make the call.”

“We’ll discuss specifics before you leave.”

“Yeah. Church tonight, before the party.”

“Got it. So….” He looks over at me with a raised brow, waiting for me to continue. “How was the wedding night?”

A goofy grin answers my question.

“That good, huh?”

“Dude, there’s owning pussy, and then there’sowningpussy. That shit is mine…forever. I can’t wait for you to know what that feels like, bro.”