His girl, Iris, Andrea, Nightshade, and Foxie all co-owned a custom motorcycle shop. Each one was skilled in building a motorcycle from the ground up, working with Harley’s and other brand names, as well as painting specific designs that the customers wanted.
The five women did pretty damn good business with their shop. It allowed them the freedom to do their rescue gigs on the side without restrictions if need be.
The side gig was the one that worried him the most. While the women in the club knew what they were doing, and worked damn well together, he still worried like hell.
The entire crew worked like a well-oiled machine. He’d had the luxury of working with them once and was left in awe of how well they had handled everything.
They worked better than most Special Forces teams did. Especially his, and most of them had worked together as Green Berets.
“What’s this one’s design?” Max asked as he leaned back against ht wall of the plane.
Max’s cock got hard as Desiree’s throaty chuckle. “He’s wanting a massive lion on the tank. Claim’s it’s because he’s a Leo or something. Iris and I think it’s because he thinks he’s king of the jungle since he keeps hitting on all of us and getting cranky when we shoot him down.”
“Hmm, maybe me and the boys need to come by when this want to be king of the jungle comes in.” Max suggested ready to guy the guy.”
“Mmhmm. That would be a fun day indeed.”
Max couldn’t help the laugh that came out at her words. His woman was definitely blood thirsty at times.
“He’s probably piss his pants if you and my brother’s show up and flex your muscles.” Desiree snorted a laugh.
“Well then, it would just prove he was never a king of the jungle. When the real kings show up, the pup would just cry like the little bitch that he is. I’m sure your brothers would have a little fun with him.”
Max groaned when Desiree’s full laugh came through the phone. He was in so much trouble with this woman.
This plane couldn’t go fast enough to get him back home. These next six years were going to be pure torture for him.
He just hoped she would be by his side the whole time. He didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t have her by his side for the rest of his life.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Desiree let herself into the shop that she co-owned with Iris, Andrea, Foxie, and Nightshade. Seeing the light on in the shop, she knew she wasn’t alone now.
She walked into the ship area to see Nightshade already working on a bike she’d started yesterday. Flashing the lights once, side the woman had headphones on, she waited for her to look up before moving toward her.
“Trouble sleeping, too?” Deanna “Nightshade” Ngyen asked in acknowledgement.
“Yeah. Nightmares happening ever since I told my brothers about my last op before leaving the Army.” Desiree sighed as she sat on a stool near where Nightshade was crouched working.
“I’m sorry.”
Desiree shifted uncomfortably when Nightshade studied her for a few minutes. The woman was uncannily perceptive on things.
“What’s the design for this one?” Desiree asked, trying to change the subject.
“A storm with Thor’s hammer. Stupid as hell, but he’s paying the big bucks.”
Both women chuckled as Desiree watched Nightshade work some more. Something they’ve done together a time or two.
“How long have you been here?” Desiree asked as she shifted in her seat.
“Couple of hours. The demons are restless lately.”
They sat in silence for a bit, studying the design that the client chose for their bike. Desiree just shook her head.
“You didn’t tell them everything. You held a lot back.” Nightshade blurted out, making Desiree jump.
