Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys Of X-Ops Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
For the past thirty-six hours Blaize and I had played the game like it was just biz as usual. And even though I was seriously fucking tempted to tie her up to keep her tethered to the bed, just to make sure she stayed somewhat safe, I somehow managed to refrain. I began to consider any day that started out with the two of us still alive a good one. And we were still alive as I sauntered downstairs. The barroom was emptied of the regular horny ladies in waiting as well as a lot of the Legion crew. Only the officers sat around the largest table, arranged by rank, and longtime members lined up against the walls creating a scowling black leather fortification. None of the usual joie de vivre in the form of loud tunes, bottles of booze, or rowdy roughhousing. Looked like it was time to get down to business. Immediate alarms went off in my head. Feeling a little queasy, I glanced once at Angel, who nodded at me.
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