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Contents ( 50)
  1. Contents
  2. Chapter One
  3. Kylo
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Saint
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Kylo
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Saint
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Kylo
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Saint
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Kylo
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Saint
  18. Chapter Nine
  19. Kylo
  20. Chapter Ten
  21. Saint
  22. Chapter Eleven
  23. Kylo
  24. Chapter Twelve
  25. Saint
  26. Chapter Thirteen
  27. Kylo
  28. Chapter Fourteen
  29. Saint
  30. Chapter Fifteen
  31. Kylo
  32. Chapter Sixteen
  33. Saint
  34. Chapter Seventeen
  35. Kylo
  36. Chapter Eighteen
  37. Saint
  38. Chapter Nineteen
  39. Kylo
  40. Chapter Twenty
  41. Saint
  42. Chapter Twenty-One
  43. Kylo
  44. Epilogue
  45. Kylo
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Also by Lila Rose
  48. Connect with Lila Rose
  49. Releasing next year:
  50. West's Story

“What’s up with him?” I asked Death, even though I knew it was from my entrance. Shit, it was funny and sweet at the same time.

Death shrugged. “Accident?”

“Probably.”

Death yelled, “Comes outta your pay, prospect.”

Kylo waved him off, taking note, but got back to work getting another drink.

Bethy’s other hand slid to my stomach. I caught her eyes and grabbed her hand. “Not now, honey.”

She pouted. “But, baby….”

I winked. “Maybe later, yeah. If you haven’t got another brother goin’, that is.”

She giggled. “We’ll have to wait and see.” She kissed my cheek and walked off, swaying her hips.

Bethy, like most women here, were club sluts. They were at the compound to party and fuck, and that was it. Okay, there were some who wanted to find an old man in the brotherhood, but we were smart enough not to join ourselves with a club slut because all they were after was the biker life. Not something real.

It was good to have them around when we wanted a wet hole to sink into, but I wasn’t into a relationship with a woman who had fucked all the other single, and some married, brothers.

“Not feelin’ it tonight?” Death asked when she was out of earshot.

“Nah, brother. Well, not Bethy anyway.” I didn’t dare look down the bar at Kylo because Death picked up on a lot of shit before it even registered in the person actually doing it. But yeah, I was in the mood for Kylo’s mouth once again. It’d been too damn long, and while the game of Kylo avoiding me was fun, I wanted to be around him more. I was ready to chase. Christ, my dick was so eager it jerked in my pants as if in search of my desires. Smiling, I asked, “What about you?” to get my mind off him.

He snorted. “Brother, you know I don’t go near the bunnies around here.”

Yeah, I did, but my mind had been on someone, and I’d forgot for a moment. Death preferred his women away from the compound. His tastes were flight attendants, bankers, lawyers, hell, anything that could challenge him and not be an easy piece of ass.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Who’s at the club tonight?”

“State.”

“Did you hear about what happened to him a couple of days ago?” Death asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, fuckin’ stupid pigs.” State had been out on a date with the woman he was chasing, and the cops busted it up by arresting him on a charge of murder, which was all crap. It was lucky we had a good lawyer on the payroll. However, we hadn’t needed to call our lawyer since State’s woman had got one of the best in town, with the help of her parents, and sent them quickly to attend State. I could see good things happening for State and Courtney.

Kylo stopped in front of us. He gave us a chin lift. “Get you two anythin’?”