Double Down: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 12) - Plot & Excerpts
If so, no one at our table got the fucking memo. Everyone’s fucking falling apart on me tonight, and I just want to smack a few heads together. But I can’t, so I cross my arms and work on my best menacing face. Not hard to do. Things were going fine tonight at first. Muscle was giving Shy a little teasing, and our girl was responding just the way we liked - a little reluctant, a lot aroused, and ready for more. We sent her off to go hang at the party once Gemini and Domino were ready to talk business, and that was when shit hit the fan. Gem never wastes any time. He’s not the chatty, friendly one. That’s Dom. Gem just gets right down to business. He takes a sip of his drink to wet his mouth and then says, real casual like, “Got a freelance arms fencer in our territory. I don’t like it.” “What kind of dumbass sets up shop in Butchers territory?” Muscle asks, grinning. He swigs his whisky. “Everyone knows that you either pay us to set up shop, or you get the hell outta dodge.”
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