King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC 6)

That he put himself last and did so without hesitation meant the world to me. I moved my hand to his face, placing it against his cheek. Shaking my head, I said, “No. Don’t you dare leave. I need you.”

Heat flared in his eyes, and with a growl, he bent his face to mine and kissed me. When he was done, he said, “Fuck, there’s nothing like a woman telling you she needs you.”

My tummy practically somersaulted out of my body at his honesty and the way he willingly shared it with me. Gripping his face hard, I said, “And there’s nothing like a man who speaks the truth.”

His eyes searched mine for a good few moments before he tightened his hold on me while simultaneously shifting his hand to rest on my ass. He then turned his attention back to the television and continued watching the sport.

My man wasn’t one for a lot of words, but the ones he did give were worth every breath he took to say them.

15

King

“The

fucking feds are back on us,” Kick said as he took the barstool next to me late Monday afternoon. “Devil and I were just tailed by two of the assholes on our way back from Brian’s.”

I threw some beer down my throat and scowled. “Yeah, I had a tail today, too.” The motherfuckers hadn’t let me out of their sight for the three hours I was out on club business. It had made it fucking difficult to get shit done.

Kick eyed me, concern etched into his face. “They aren’t the least of our problems, though, are they?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, shoving his fingers through his hair. “You want me to do anything? Start putting some precautions in place?”

“Get eyes on him, but don’t do anything yet. We’ll see how this plays out first. Hell, if we weren’t able to find Moses, I’d like to fucking see the feds find him. And the link to D’Amato isn’t obvious so they may not have even connected it.” The fact the link between Storm and D’Amato existed pissed me off. He had his fingers in a lot of shit in Sydney, and we didn’t need a problem with him. This fucking Moses bullshit meant that was possible, so all we could do at this point was watch and wait. Because if he didn’t know anything about Moses, I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna bring it to his attention.

A cheer erupted from the back corner of the bar, drawing Kick’s attention. “They’re celebrating hard.”

I glanced over at them. “Yeah, brother. You gonna stick around?”

The club had been celebrating since Friday—since they’d been told they could move their families home. Devil had organised a get together for tonight to bring everyone together, and members had started rolling in an hour ago. It was getting rowdy in here.

He nodded. “Evie’s mum is having Elizabeth for the night so she can come.”

Hyde cut in as he joined us. “Just got word from Winter. He’s checking out a lead on Brant. Will let us know what he finds. And he’s found some premises to operate out of down there.”

Sending Winter had been a good decision. He was an attention-to-details guy and would get shit done efficiently. His military background made sure of that. “You got any ideas of who we should send down there to work with him?”

“I’ve got a few names on my list.”

“We’ll go over it tomorrow.”

His gaze turned serious in the way it did when he had shit to tell me that he knew I wouldn’t like. “Also, Ghost’s release is scheduled for this week. We gonna find him a place to stay?”

That was the last fucking thing I wanted to do for that cunt. “No.”

“You might wanna reconsider, brother. We’ve got a lot riding on Ghost keeping his mouth shut.”

I motioned for Kree to get me another beer before turning back to Hyde. “We think we need to keep him happy to keep him from talking to the feds, we may as well put a bullet in his head and call it a fucking day. If Ghost has forgotten the meaning of loyalty, he can learn the fucking meaning of dead.” Fucking hell, just thinking about the motherfucker caused my head to stir with the beginning of a headache.

“Yeah, I get that, King, but Ghost disappears right after he gets out, the feds are gonna be looking in our direction.”

Kree placed a beer in front of me, a blank expression on her face. She’d made it pretty fucking clear all day what she thought of our new arrangement, and I was fucking over her attitude. I made a mental note to bring that shit up with her before she went home.

I took a long swig of my drink before looking back at Hyde. “I couldn’t fucking care less, Hyde. We start running on fear, we may as well surrender to those assholes now.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I hope you fucking know what you’re doing.”