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immediately got combative.
    Fuck me.
    I had to wonder what the woman had lived through.
    She finally slumped against me. Her respiration slowed. She curled up when I settled back on the bed and placed her beside me. I retrieved her bedding and wrapped her in it.
    “You’re safe. We’re good. Just you and me.” I stroked the hair from her neck, easing her back to sleep.
    “Storm?” Bleary blue eyes opened to find mine.
    “Yeah. Got you now.”
    She fell back asleep in my arms.
    Had to maintain appearances, didn’t we?
    I was just following protocol.

Chapter Nine
    The Blood Legion
     
     
     
    BIRDS WERE CHIRPING. THE sun shining. And I had something warm and soft in my arms. Way better than a pillow.
    Mmmm.
    But the smell.
    Fuck. Me.
    I flicked one eye open.
    Morning.
    The Blood Legion.
    Blaize in bed with me.
    In the most rank room in the MC HQ.
    Shutting out the stench, I concentrated on Blaize. Her russet hair spread all over my arms and chest. Her top leg hitched across mine, her knee perilously close to the heavy shaft of my cock. She laid half on top of me, her tits squashed against me, and a sliver of skin at her hip was soft beneath my palm.
    Damn but she was beautiful.
    Passionate.
    And too strictly controlled.
    Sleep made her lush and peaceful.
    I lifted my free arm and peered at my watch, the face worn inside my wrist so it didn’t get damaged during heavy combat action.
    0600. The denizens of the Thunder Road Bar slept late, maybe rousing around noon for a wake-up shot of alcohol before some greasy food. Then it was a lot of weight lifting in the courtyard where the fountain still flowed and plants flowered, care of Sol’s gardening skills.
    Various members followed up on business in the evening and throughout the night. Sometimes we went on raids en masse. Sometimes there were deals to cut with new crews. Sometimes there were deliveries to be made and goods to pick up.
    We spent a lot of time talking ten tons of shit in the barroom, sharpening our blades, cleaning our guns, and keeping tabs on the law just like they kept tabs on us. Meanwhile Venom holed up in his ramshackle office, counting money, cutting and weighing deliveries of cocaine, and shoveling more snow up his schnoz than was strictly profitable.
    There was also always hardcore fucking to be had.
    In fact, I was surprised Nikki hadn’t paid me a visit last night. She wasn’t above taking a competitor out. The woman had always been possessive with a capital L for loco when it came to me.
    With Blaize riding shotgun on this op, and with her inhabiting my bed whether it was mission imperative or not, I had no intentions of seeking out Nik for a fast fuck. No matter what I’d said to Blaize.
    Slowly disengaging from her, I slid from the bed. She immediately cozied up to the space I’d vacated.
    Bed hog.
    She was as bad as Walker when it came to snuggling. While I watched, she pushed her face right into my bedroll, and a contented smile flitted across her plump lips. Didn’t mind it one bit when it was Blaize. Hated waking up from sack-out time with Walker planted against my back.
    He always blamed me.
    Liar.
    We all slept on a hairpin trigger. Walker was the worst. Any little noise and he’d bolt awake with his S&W in hand, ready to blow holes through brains. And the sleeptalking in fucking Arabic, Swahili, shit , sometimes even plain English—at least his night terrors had stopped after he’d hooked up with Jade.
    I scooped my clothes from the floor and left the room bare-ass-naked after grabbing my gun, my knife, my shaving kit. All the essentials. Padding down the hall, I made it to the communal bathroom that was shiny, clean, even had rolls of toilet paper and dry towels.
    Almost like the Ritz Carlton.
    Not.
    I did the routine quickly, scraping excess stubble from my cheeks and neck, keeping the edges of the black whiskers on the lower half of my face neat. Too bad about the bruises inflicted by Lennox, but I healed quickly. Shower,