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“I’m on the pill,” she gasped as he drove deeper.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned. Speeding up, he slammed in and out of her, his balls slapping against her wetness. When he spilled inside, she screamed with her second orgasm of the night.

Their bodies were slick with sweat and the joy of one another. He pulled her to her feet and she whined.

“No. No, I’m too tired,” she smirked. “I don’t want to move.”

“Shower,” he laughed. “Let me get you cleaned up and we’ll talk about doing this all over again.”

“Iggy?”

“Yeah, babe?” he asked turning on the shower.

“I love you.” He smiled down at her, taking her with him into the shower.

“I know. I love you, too.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Dinner was the usual slop that some old woman tried to make appealing to the club. They had several cooks but not one of them could make shitty ingredients into a decent meal. Tank looked around the room then back at Neela. The others noticed his gaze and gave a nod.

“Where’s Bunny?” he asked.

“Bunny left,” Neela said, keeping her voice level even as every man around the scarred table stared at her. “Packed what mattered to her and walked away before dawn.”

“No,” Spider said. He leaned forward, forearms planted on the table. “That’s not an answer. That’s a story, and it’s not even a good one.”

Neela folded her arms.

“It’s the only answer you’re getting. Bunny made her choice. She’s gone.”

“She wouldn’t leave her bike,” Mack said from the wall. “Wouldn’t leave her jacket, either. Both are still in the garage.” Neela cursed herself for thinking hauling the bike back would throw everyone off. She should have left it at the damn impound.

“Then maybe she wanted a clean break.” Neela looked from one hard face to the next. “People do it every day.”

“Not Bunny,” Deacon said. “She fought for her patch harder than half the men in this room. She didn’t just wake up and decide none of it mattered.”

Neela’s jaw tightened.

“You knew the version of her she wanted you to know.”

“And you knew something else?” Tank asked. His voice was quieter than the others, which made the room settle around it. “Then tell us.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Spider shoved back from the table, the legs of his chair scraping the floor.

“You called us here, told us Bunny was gone, and expected us to nod along? We’re not fools, Neela.”

“Then stop acting like children who think they’re owed every secret in the house.”

Mack pushed away from the wall.

“We’re owed the truth when one of ours disappears.”

“She left the club,” Neela snapped. “She left all of you. If that bruises your pride, take it up with her when you find her.” Deacon’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t believe we’ll find her.” For one dangerous second, Neela said nothing. Then she lifted one shoulder.