Chapter 1

 

***Lynn***

 

A cold blast of air conditioning greets me as I stroll out of the locker room. For a weekend, it isn’t too busy, and the sound of metal clanking against metal mixes with the occasional grunt. I make my way to the stairs to wait for my best friend to come downstairs so we can workout together.

To kill time, I scroll through my phone and click on the last text message I received. Smiling when I re-read it. The dick that sent it is so freaking funny. Annoying, but funny. I have no clue who he is, that’s why I call him dick. He, on the other hand, calls me Hotlips.

“Hey! Texting Mr. TakeAMessage again, are we?”

I turn and see Blue coming down the stairs. Her apartment is attached to the gym that she co-owns with Areion Fury MC, the motorcycle club my brother, Zack, is the president of.

Smiling at her, I give her the truth. “Nah, haven’t heard from him in over an hour.”

“Wow, over an hour! Well, there might be something wrong with his phone then, right? Or he’s dying in a corner or something.”

Giving her a shove to the shoulder, we both burst out in a fit of laughter while we start toward the treadmills. My head turns away from Blue and my eyes meet the most perfect man I’ve seen in my whole life. Coming to an abrupt halt, I put my arm up to stop Blue. I’m sure when she looks at me she sees drool coming from my mouth.

I just can’t help myself. Just a few weeks ago, Blue was at the gym late at night. There was a hot guy training there. Or so she said, so I made her send me a picture to prove it. One look at that picture and I baptized him my dream man. That same hot guy is here, right now! Working out again with a training mask on. Looks like he’s boxing except there are dumbbells in his hands, and he’s just punching into the air in front of him. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see part of his face, because it’s hidden behind that mask. For me, that just adds to the hotness of the complete image.

I can’t help myself when I say. “Mmmmmm my dream man! He’s here, not just a picture this time! Re-fucking-ality. Now him. His cum, I’d swallow.”

Blue gives a snort and asks. “Yeah? No burping or gagging?”

“Oh, fuck no! Look at his skin, slick with sweat and muscle. Oh God! That ink. Even his legs are covered and disappear right into his shoes, I bet even his feet are covered. That mask…”

He turns as he stops his workout and steps closer to us. He sets the dumbbells back on the rack and takes off his mask. I whisper to Blue. “He’s hot as hell, with and without the mask.”

He gives Blue a slight nod. That’s when our eyes meet and lock. Just one look in his eyes and heat flows through my body, making it flame up inside.

“Hello, lovely ladies. You enjoyed watching me.” It was more of a statement than a question.

My brother comes up from behind and grabs Blue in a tight hug. He sticks one hand out in front of him, towards the hot guy. They grab each other’s hands and pump once before letting go.

“Deeds, good to see you, my man. You’ve already met Blue. This here is my sister Lynn. Lynn, meet the president of Broken Deeds MC.”

He keeps looking into my eyes while he takes a step closer to me. Slowly, his eyes slide down my body and back up again, landing on my lips. That’s when I see recognition flash in his eyes. Fuck, no. A memory flashes through my mind of a picture I sent that dick that’s been texting me. A close-up of my middle finger in my mouth. Yeah, I sent him that picture to flip him off after he asked me to send a picture showing my tits.

“Hotlips.” He smiles brightly while his eyes now fill with hunger and satisfaction. Like a freaking dog who just found his favorite bone.

The heat flowing through my body now turns to ice. This can’t be happening. He can’t be the dick who’s been texting me all this time. My stomach twists into a knot.

“Fuck! I need to throw up,” I mutter as Blue’s head turns to me and I can see her thinking things through.

“So two minutes ago you felt the need to swallow his cum without burping or gagging, but now you know who your dream man is you need to puke? You’re funny…and he should put the mask back on.”

“Blue!” That freaking bitch has a nasty habit of thinking out loud.

“Oh fuck, I said that out loud again, didn’t I?”

“You need to learn the difference. That shit ain’t funny!”

I’m furious while Deeds, the fucker chuckles. “I disagree with you there, Hotlips. And you need to put your mouth where your words are.”

Zack’s booming voice fills the gym. “Back the fuck off Deeds. That’s my sister you’re talking to and about. Off-limits. Not. Gonna. Happen. Pal.”

Deeds’ body language gets defensive as he throws back his shoulders and draws up to his full height. Making a visible stand against my brothers threat. “That’s where you’re wrong Zack. She was mine the moment she answered my call for a sit-down with you. That was your request; you’re the one who hooked us up in the first place. So…. thanks, I guess.”

I can’t take this shit. This is so not happening. Turning on my heels, I practically run toward the women’s locker room. I cannot believe the guy who’s been texting me for the past several weeks is the president of a fucking MC. Christ, I'm so stupid. How could I not have known?

Sure, I knew he was a biker. An arrogant, filthy-mouthed dick, calling for a sit-down with my brother, the president of Areion Fury MC. Fuck! The president of Broken Deeds MC, himself! Why the fuck would he text me all day, every day, for weeks? What the hell was my friend Blue thinking when she gave a random guy my cell number? I shouldn’t have let her answer the phone after I hung up on the rude asshole. Calling me a cunt. Mother fucker. I gave him hell after the first few words he said to me over the phone.

Oh, how I hate that word. Cunt. I don’t care who says it, just don’t ever call me one. Fuck! Me and my big mouth. Okay, so I might have enjoyed his messages. Just a fun distraction, that’s all it was, right? Me calling him Dick, him calling me Hotlips. On. My. Phone. Fucking hell! Why did I have to run into him?

And to discover who he was when my brother introduced us? Shit. For him to know who I am? That… that… dick! A Prez. No wonder I’ve been calling him dick, he really is one. I mean, doesn't he have ho's all over his dick? I mean clubhouse. Ho’s that keep him and his dick occupied? I am so, so fucked. God, how could I be so, so…

"Stupid!"

With a grunt, I shove open the door to the locker room. Two girls gasp when I burst my way inside. I mumble an apology and they both tie their shoes and walk out. Taking a deep breath, I’m thankful that the locker room is now completely empty. Enough with the humiliation. I need to change and get the fuck out of here.

Heading over to my locker, I grab my bag. Kicking off my sneakers, I strip off my workout pants so I’m down to my lime green thong and black sports bra. I toss the pants back into my bag and as I reach for my shorts and tank top, I hear the door slam shut and the snick of a lock. Shit, that can’t be good.

Turning around to face the door, I see Deeds standing right there. I have no control of how my body reacts to him. Though I keep my breath steady, my heart is pounding in my chest. There’s no way around him, no escape. He’s slowly walking toward me while his eyes scan my body, from my face to my bare feet. They linger way too long on my thong before moving up to my tits. I drop the bag and cross my arms in front of my chest. Pushing up my tits, I act like I'm fully dressed. I refuse to be intimidated by him.

It's fucking over. I could have been texting with anyone for that matter. Just like those social media scams. You think it’s a hot guy, but in reality it’s just a tiny old wrinkled man wanting naked pictures.

Except in my case it is a freaking hottie. Ink all over, cut muscles, gorgeous face, solid chest. I mean this guy is built but moves with so much fluidity. And he’s freaking flexible. Yeah, I noticed all of that when my eyes locked on his body for that shortest of moments watching him train. So hot! That is, until my brother introduced us and we both realized who the fuck we were.

It was just words from one phone to another, right? There was nothing between us to begin with. I sure as fuck ain’t getting involved with anyone from another chapter of Areion Fury, let alone someone from another MC. I’m sure as fuck not hopping into bed with the president. My father was a president and a huge dick. Pure alpha caveman, just like his son is now. I grew up in a house full of bad boy alphas and they’re annoying as fucking hell. Besides, my brother would rather lock me in a barn way out in the country than let me date this guy. Oh, who am I kidding? These guys don't date. They grab your hair and fuck you till you’re screaming and…

"What are you thinking? I like the sounds coming from those sexy-as-fuck lips."

Fuck, how embarrassing. Was I moaning at the thought of him grabbing my... Stop! I need to stop and focus. "What the fuck are you doing here? Deeds, was it?"

"Yeah, babe, Deeds." He steps closer and his chest bumps against my arms.

Pushing my shoulders back, I straighten my spine, lifting my chin as my gaze locks with his.

"Don't fucking call me babe. You dicks always call pussy those bullshit names. Babe, Sweetheart, Darlin’, Sugar. You know what? Don't call me, period. Not. At. All. No need to text, call, email… Hell, don't even send smoke signals. Nothing. Just fucking leave and get back to the ho's you guys like to stick it in and be all happy and shit."

I sidestep him and grab my bag off the floor. But before I can even take one step, my back is up against the lockers. My bag hits the ground and my hands are pinned on each side of my head by his hands.

His face is already close to mine and he inches even closer. "Such a mouth on you. Do you know that was the first thing that turned me on? The moment I heard your voice utter those filthy words. So rattle on, Hotlips, stroke my ears as if you’re stroking my cock."

He grinds his hips into me and I feel his hard length. Holy shit, he's huge! He licks my lower lip and with the tip of his tongue, flips the metal stud from my snake bite piercing. I have one on each side of my bottom lip, near the corners of my mouth.

Starting on the right, his tongue traces my upper lip to the other side as he now gives my other piercing the same attention. Sucking in a breath, my mouth opens slightly, and I’m surprised by the jolt of desire that runs through me. This is a very bad fucking idea, but I can’t help being extremely turned on by him right now.

He takes advantage and licks into my mouth, tracing my teeth with his tongue. Giving in to temptation, I let my tongue meet his. He moans loud and long when he discovers my tongue piercing as he pushes his body into mine. He slides my arms above my head and switches his grip, placing both of my wrists in one of his huge hands. He strokes his free hand down my neck, over my collarbone, brushing my nipple, past my belly and over my hip to grasp my ass.

His grip tightens as he pulls me forward and grinds his hips at the same time. The friction sends a jolt through my clit and I gasp in his mouth. A rumble of satisfaction vibrates from deep within his chest. He leaves me no time to react as his hand slides from my ass to the edge of my thong, tracing it down to the lips of my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down as I feel myself getting wet. His actions shoot jolts of pleasure through my body. I'm sure my thong is drenched by the time he pushes two fingers inside me.

"So wet and ready. All this for me?"

I can't seem to think of any words. I don't even think I can find my voice right now. Fuck, what's he doing with me? My body seems to react automatically. I want him. Can't think of anything else. Well, except for the fact that this is a very bad fucking idea. Oh, what the hell! Just once and then he's done. It's a fucking fantasy that's been built from all those fucking texts back and forth. We just have to fuck it out of our system and be done with it. Somehow he's managed to free his cock and enters me with one hard push. Fuck. Me. That feels so fucking good. I’m so damn full I’m stretched like a rubber band ready to pop.

"Fucking tight, Hotlips."

His hips stay still as his mouth moves to my ear. He bites down on my earlobe and releases a deep breath.

"I knew you'd feel this good. Just fucking knew it. The kind of cunt that's a special edition. No, make that a fucking limited edition, created just for my cock.”

I squeeze my inner muscles at the sound of his words. He bites my neck in response and pulls out half way and slams back in. Each time he thrusts he grinds himself deeper. I need to grab him, touch him, get my nails into his skin. Pulling at my trapped hands, I let out a frustrated sound.

"Not the one in charge here. I am. "

He keeps pounding as fire starts to grow inside me. I'm about to come when he bends slightly with his knees and pushes harder upward. Hitting me at just the right angle, my head slams back into the lockers and I scream his name. I’m lost.

"Deeds! Fuck. Move that ass. Oh! YES!"

He pumps a few more times before biting down hard on my neck and sucking my skin into his mouth. His hand on my ass holds me still as his body freezes and it feels like he's showering my insides with his cum.

He moves his hips slowly as if he's pumping the last of his seed. Making sure every last drop is gone. At last, he releases my neck and his tongue laps a few more times at the sensitive spot. By the feel of it, I'm pretty sure he left the imprint of his teeth on my fucking neck.

"So fucking good, Hotlips, so fucking good. Remember now. This…"

He pushes his hips forward, and his cock that's going from soft to half erect twitches inside my pussy.

"…is my cunt. You're not even allowed to look at another cock. You hear me, Hotlips?"

Who the fuck died and made him king of my pussycastle?

"Seeing as this cunt is attached to me, it would be my own fucking choice if I let a cock, any cock in there. And seriously, stop calling it a cunt! It’s fucking degrading."

He chuckles as he pumps his hips a few more times.

"Wish I had more time; then we'd go for round two. Your mouth sets my dick on fire. You'd best to remember that."

"Just pull out, dick. Leave so I can go to work. You're not the only one who needs to be somewhere."

He chuckles as he pulls out, steps away from me, and releases my wrists. I feel his cum sliding down the inside of my leg as realization hits home. Again the blood in my veins chills to ice, making my heart stop for a few seconds.

"You fucked me bare? What the hell, fuckhead? Now I need to get tested and take a morning after pill.” Holding my breath as I rub a hand down my face. I shake my head at the thought of getting pregnant or catching an STD. “Fuck! I'm so fucked right now."

The asshole has the nerve to act offended.  "Shut those hot lips for a few seconds, would you? First, I'm clean. I always have my dick wrapped in rubber."

"Yeah, I feel ya, brother. Thanks so much for wrapping it in a rubber. Oh, no, wait. You didn’t fucking use one. So excuse me while I don't trust your ass. Or dick for that matter."

"Hotlips."

That fucking nickname. That fucking phone call! Demanding to speak to the president instead of some stupid cunt. I cursed him to hell and back the moment he called me that and voila, Hotlips was born. The way he says that nickname now, though? All low and husky? It begs my traitorous mouth to reply. "What?"

"What did I tell you about your mouth?"

My eyes go to his cock as it stands up proud, jumping to get back inside me. I huff as I cross my arms in front of my chest again. "He's not getting back in, so you might as well lock him the fuck back up."

He chuckles again as he stuffs his dick back into his pants. Stepping closer, he grabs my chin with one hand while he looks into my eyes. "Leave my cum where it is, you get me?"

"Fuck off, dickhead."

He smiles before he kisses me hard and fast. Making my pussy flame up while I try very hard to ignore the feeling and instead try to push him away. He pulls back but grabs a hold of my bottom lip with his teeth and gives it a slight pull. Backing up, he releases me completely.

"Get dressed, Hotlips."

He turns and leaves the locker room. Standing there, unable to move, the only sound I hear is the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and my breath that seems to pick up. What the hell just happened and what the hell am I doing? Oh yeah right, I was fucked. Am fucked. Oh shit this is just, fuck! Damn, I need to stop using my favorite word. Stopping myself from freaking out, I stalk to the bathroom and clean up.

Getting dressed quickly, I step into my jeans shorts. I made them myself, so they might be a bit too short and show a little ass cheek, but I like them. I pull my tank over my sports bra and adjust my tits, then grab my Harley boots and slide them on. I pick my bag up from the floor and walk out, glad to see Deeds isn't waiting for me outside the locker room.

I push open the door to leave the gym but come to an abrupt stop when I see Deeds leaning against his bike. On his left and right are two other motorcycles, with bikers sitting on them. One is a very freaky tiny dude with lots of ink. And when I say lots of ink, I mean even his face is covered in that shit. The other guy could be a cover model for a fitness magazine. He looks a lot like Deeds, except this one has a 5 o'clock shadow. He has blue eyes and…

"Get your fucking eyes off my brother."

Shit! No wonder I was drawn to the hot guy. He really does look just like Deeds, well, not completely. This guy doesn't seem to have any ink, while Deeds is covered in it. Deeds has dark, long spiky hair while his brother’s hair is just a few inches long and seems a bit lighter. Deeds has more muscle too. I bet…

"Hotlips!"

"What?"

"Stop eye-fucking Broke."

"Well, get him out of my sight then! Not my fucking fault he's standing there asking to be eye-fucked when he looks like that!"

"Hotlips."

Fuck, the hairs on my arms stand up at the way he says that stupid nickname. It’s threatening, yet very seductive. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes.

"Fine."

I turn to walk to the shop.

"Where are you going?"

"Work."

"I’ll take you there, hop on."

"I ain't getting on the back of no man's bike, dickhead. Besides, it's not that far."

As I walk away from his bike, the other two chuckle. He tells them to wait right there as he walks up to me and slides his hand in the back pocket of my jeans shorts and falls in step beside me. After a few seconds, I come to a stop.

"Why are ya stopping?" He asks as he steps in front of me.

"I'm here." I nod toward the shop that is right next to the gym.

He takes it all in and shakes his head. "What do you do for a living?"

"I pierce and sometimes ink."

The left corner of his mouth comes up in a smile while his eyes give away a hint of shock. "Well, fuck me, ain't you just full of surprises."

"Yeah, well, here’s another surprise for ya. We're not doing it again. The fucking or the texting. Or the meeting or walking me to work. None of it. Done. Not happening.”

A lazy smile forms on his face as he leans in. One hand circles my waist as the other grabs my neck. He crushes his lips down on mine and pushes his tongue inside. He finds my piercing and plays with it. With the hand around my waist, he pulls me into his body and I can’t help feeling a little annoyed by the fact my body responds to him. The fucking heat is back, flashing through my veins and fueling desire that’s shooting straight to my clit.

"Feel that? We’re doing all of that again."

"I don't feel anything, dickhead."

His hand slides down my ass as he grips it hard and pushes his hips forward. He is hard as fuck and his cock tries to leave an imprint on my body. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me. My body might betray me, so for that very reason I’m telling him the opposite of what I feel.

"Nope, still nothing. Maybe I need to pierce that sucker so it adds something."

Fisting his hand deep into my hair, he pulls my head back to look into my eyes. "I'm perfectly fine with the holes in my body I was born with. No fucking way in hell am I adding more."

I smile at his tone of voice. Deep and throaty, almost a growl. And I just love the way I get to him that fast. Might as well add more fuel to the fire. "Well, isn’t that just disappointing?"

"Didn't hear you complaining a moment ago."

Before I can give another reply, his mouth is on me again. He kisses me deep and hard for just a few seconds. Then his lips leave mine and go to my ear.

"I'll be back for round two soon." The hand on my ass slides to the edge of my very short shorts and slips beneath. Yet again, his fingers push my thong to the side, stroking the lips of my pussy. “Keep it wet and ready for me.”

Leaving with a soft brush of his lips on mine, he steps away and saunters to his bike, leaving my body to vibrate with desire at the promise for round two. I am truly fucked. I know it’s better if this stops right here, but with what just happened? My body craves more. Never have I felt so much desire and pleasure in all my freaking life. He made me feel wanted, needed, like I was solely alive to be with him. Right, like that’s the biker way.

Shaking my head, I turn and open the shop. Stepping inside while leaving the door open, I check my watch. Just ten more minutes before the shop opens. Lee and Blue will be here soon.

Lee, as in Brandlee. My partner in crime. We own this shop. We can both pierce and ink. He’s a good friend of mine and is very good at what he does. I look at the agenda on the counter. Lee’s only got three hours scheduled this morning. Blue, on the other hand, has a full day.

Since she returned from Japan, I talked her into working with us in the shop. She’s one hell of an artist and everybody loves her work. I, on the other hand, have never liked giving anybody ink. I’m good at it, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather just do the piercings. Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t like ink at all. Funny, right? Owning a tattoo shop and not liking ink should be blasphemy!

I don’t know why I don’t like it, but I just don’t. Well that was until a few weeks ago, when Blue sent me a picture of my dream man. Inked muscles slick with sweat, oh shit. Then seeing him again, just now in the gym. Punching the air in front of him while he’s holding dumbbells in his hands. And wearing a training mask. It covers his nose and mouth so all you can see are his eyes. I know it’s used for strengthening the lungs but for me, it strengthens the need to fuck him.

Fuck! I still can’t believe that was the guy who was texting me all this time. Holy shit, I need to focus. I don’t like ink. I need to remember this. No ink, no Deeds. I should blame Blue, for throwing Deeds at me, but I don’t. She’s been my best friend my whole life. We used to live right next door to each other. I’m so happy she’s back and reunited with my brother. Those two are literally made for each other. I also like the fact she’s taken over my load of ink appointments. But mostly, I just like having my best friend back in the same town.

I walk into my workspace and toss my gym bag in the corner. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turn. Before I know what's happening, a large fist slams into my face. I'm unable to recover as I take another hit to my left eye. Pain blurs my vision and I crumple to the ground. Pushing myself up, I try to crawl away, but somebody grabs my shoulder and spins me around.

He’s a skinny, ugly fucker with greasy hair, bad teeth and crazy eyes. "So you're Deeds’ ol'lady, huh? Fucker tries to keep you away from prying eyes. Good to meet you, cunt. Now you're going to give him a little message for me."

"Up yours, you piece of shit! Get the fuck out of my shop!"

I shrug off his hand and scramble back in a crab walk. I need to get to my gym bag. My 9mm Luger is in there. I've almost reached my bag when the guy pulls out a hunting knife. My eyes widen; I'm frozen to the spot. My heart stops for a moment while I don’t even dare to take my next breath. It takes a few seconds for my mind to unfreeze.

He's going to fucking kill me. Right here, right now.

Isn’t your life supposed to flash before your very eyes at a time like this? Fuck my life. Can I just relive what happened in the locker room before this shit?  Focus, Lynn! Get your shit together. I dig into my bag. I need my fucking gun. The guy looms over me and presses the knife to my throat. Fear flashes through every nerve in my body.

"You tell that fucker, game on. If he thinks he can keep digging into our business, then Lepack will fight back. Got that cunt? Game. Fucking. On."

The knife presses deeper into my flesh and I feel my blood trickle down my neck. I barely register the sting of pain as he pulls the blade fast toward him. Using my bare thigh, he wipes the blood off the knife leaving a few small cuts here and there. My hand goes deeper into the gym bag, searching, groping. Where the fuck is my gun? The guy stands up and kicks my ankle. Pain shoots through it and I pull my legs toward my chest.

"Remember the message, cunt."

He turns and stalks out. At last, I find my gun! Adrenaline burns away my fears, replaced by red-hot anger. I flip off the safety and call out to the fucker.

"Hey, asshole!"

He spins around, standing in the doorway, looking all big and bad. But the smirk drops from his face when I growl.

"Stop. Calling. Me. Cunt!"

I raise the gun and aim for his heart. His eyes go wide and he whirls around as I squeeze the trigger. The round tears into his shoulder, knocking him off balance as he runs off. I curse, angry at myself for missing a perfect shot because of my fucking mouth. Scrambling to my feet, I take a step and fall right down. Fuck! My ankle hurts like a bitch. It takes some effort, but I finally manage to get up. I hop on one leg, trying to get to the fucker to shoot him right between his fucking eyes, but when I get to the door, he's gone. I see Lee coming down the street.

Thank fuck he's early ‘cause I don’t feel so good right now. The guy is always the last one in and let's his clients wait ten minutes while he gets his coffee from the diner across the street. When he sees me, his eyes go wide as he starts to run in my direction. Probably because of the gun. Flipping the safety on, I tuck it away in the waistband of my shorts. I glance down, noticing for the first time that my tank and shorts are drenched in blood.

Shit, I should have eaten something this morning. I hear my name being called in the distance but fuck, I'm tired. I think I'm gonna take a nap now. Yeah, sounds good to me. Ah, Lee's here. I mumble to him as he wraps his strong arms around me.

"I'll be taking my break now."

 

 

***Deeds***

 

As I guide my bike onto the compound, my mind returns to Lynn. Finally, after all that time texting, I fucking meet her face to face. And what a face! Stunning doesn't do her justice. She is one fine piece of ass. The moment I saw her I knew my dick was meant to be inside that cunt. Fucking mind-blowing. I still can’t believe that hot chick is my Hotlips.

The one I’ve been having annoying, yet extremely funny, contact with ever since I called back on Areion Fury’s request for a sit-down with my club. No doubt about it, she's mine. Never before have I felt the need to claim a woman. Now? Yeah, I need to claim her, that cunt is mine.

I walk inside with my little brother and my VP as a prospect approaches me.

"Prez, this just came with the mail."

He hands me an envelope. Taking it from him, I open it and peer inside. It’s empty. Flipping the envelope in my hand, I look it over. No writing, no address. No nothing.

"Is this a fucking joke?" The prospect looks at me like he hasn't the faintest idea what I'm talking about. "There's nothing in there. What the fuck is it about, boy? Who dropped it off?"

"It was in the mailbox, Prez. I swear I dunno."

"I'll pull up the surveillance," my little brother mumbles beside me.

I nod to let him know I appreciate his move to get ahead of things. Hearing the phone ring behind the bar, the prospects jogs to answer it. He calls my name and says it's for me. I walk behind the bar and grab the horn. "Yeah?"

A ragged voice hits my ear. "Did you get my little message? I’m not talking about the envelope, that’s just so you know you got nothing. I’m talking about your little cunt. Did she make it clear to you? We ain't shitting around, fucker. We Lepack’s fight back if you keep interfering with our business. Oh, and think before you retaliate. Next time I won't be such a gentleman. I will take that piece of ass and her tight cunt. Then I'll slice her neck. Again. But this time a little deeper. Or maybe I’ll just keep her and put her to use."

I see Broke walking back to us as anger boils inside me. Who the fuck does this guy think he’s talking to? Before I can get one word in that guys vent, he hangs up on me. Doesn't matter, I know exactly who the fuckhead is and I can't wait to get my fucking hands on him.

Then it dawns on me. My little cunt? Oh, fuck no. A flash of panic hits straight through my chest. He can't… it wouldn't... My blood pressure spikes as I grab my cell and call Lynn. The phone rings but goes straight to voicemail. Fuck! I brace myself for the next call I make.

"Zack, it's Deeds. Lynn isn't answering her phone."

"I don't have time for this shit, Deeds. I'm in the fucking hospital. She was attacked at work. Some looney with a knife. I just got here, okay. Fuck. Just… I’ll call ya later, man. I gotta go."

Stuffing my cell back in my pocket, I look at my VP. I’m betting he can see the anger and frustration that’s flashing through my eyes right now. Maybe even a slight spark of fear as to not knowing what the hell that fucker did to my woman. "They've took a fucking hit on my ol'lady."

"Ol'lady? You've got a fucking ol'lady?" Goffa, my VP, looks shocked when he almost chokes on his own words.

Fuck! That came out of my mouth without a single thought. Fuck yeah, she is. Might as well lay it out there.

"Yeah, I do. Zack's sister. She's mine. I gotta get to the hospital. Broke, you're coming with me, little brother. VP, you need to get the guys to church and order them to turn Kard Lepack inside and fucking out. I want all the intel they can get."

"Is he behind this Prez?"

"He's the fucker who just called to take credit for what he did to her. Lemme know what you find out."

"Sure thing. I think Muffler handles the Lepack case. We'll get to the bottom of it."

A single nod and we're out the door. I need to get to my ol'lady, even if she doesn't know she's been claimed yet.