Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

Fuck.

He needed to hide.

There was no place to hide.

He opened the wardrobe and slid inside. This was so fucking stupid. He couldn’t believe he was hiding from a cop when he could break his neck so easily.

He wanted to. It would be so much fun.

Staying perfectly still, he watched through the crack in the doors.

Hank arrived first, gun poised.

“It’s fine,” Sable said. “There’s no one here.” She released a giggle. To anyone else, she sounded amused, but he detected the edge of panic. “See, it was just my laptop. I probably didn’t put it on the bed properly, and it just fell off or something.” She shrugged. “You get used to odd noises. It’s nothing.”

Did she know he was here?

Hank spun around.

“Come on, put that gun away. You’re scaring me. I don’t like guns.” She picked up the laptop.

“How did you last in the clubhouse?” Hank asked.

She let out a gasp as the cop suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. She’d already put her computer on the bed.

Dog’s hands clenched.

“Don’t do anything,” Forge said. His prez’s voice loud and clear in his ear, but he wanted to.

“I don’t know. I guess you just do. You know. You handle whatever life throws at you. It’s what I do.” She patted Hank’s chest, tilted her head back, and smiled.

Dog saw his intention.

So did Sable as she suddenly jerked, faking a yawn.

“Oh, wow, I’m so tired. I probably shouldn’t have come with you tonight. You know with the long shift at the diner, I’m always on my feet. You’d think my body would be totally used to it by now.” She chuckled.

Hank sighed. “You’re too good.”

At least there was something they could agree on.

“I’m not, Hank. I’m not a good person, but I’m trying to be. You know my history. I was born into the club.”

“They’ll be gone soon.”

“Perfect. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” Hank cupped her cheek. “You can ask me anything.”

“How long have you known Grass?”

“Why?” Hank tensed up.

“It was just curiosity. I’m used to the guys, you know. They can know each other for twenty years but will still beat the crap out of one another. Then they can know someone five minutes and be best buds. I’m used to the old way. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Shit, sorry. Luther and I go way back. We always had this vision of what the perfect town would be like. Keeping citizens safe.”

“The same vision?”