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Screw his pretty face, his nice eyes, his caramel-laced tone that got me into bed in the first place. And double-screw his damn perfect body and fat dick. My heart jolts at the memory. Of course he has the perfect cock to go along with it.

You did the right thing, I tell myself. No good can come of keeping this thing going.

It’s over now.

There is no time for looking back.

CHAPTER 6

DRIFTER

Lanzetti Farms is massive. While I haven’t met the man in question yet, several of his cronies run the joint, and it’s a surprisingly well-oiled machine.

There’s one main house, which they mainly use as offices, as well as stables that are boarded up. Like Rustic Grove, there are sheds on the far east of the property, which I need to check out.

Most of the men around here are in suits, aside from the guards—like me—and a few farm hands who keep the outside tidy. All of them carry guns. It’s almost as if they’re waiting for the Stiletto Riders to come busting through the gates to teach Lanzetti a fucking lesson. I mean, it could happen if Diamond’s mood at the meeting was anything to go by.

I know from Wrath’s report that the Stilettos’ clubhouse has been under siege. So far, Diamond has not retaliated. And after the impromptu visit from the Dirty Crows at the Founders Parade—good news travels fast—the Stilettos are on the rampage. The Crows tore through town, injuring people, and wreaking havoc on the very day the townsfolk were commemorating those who have passed; even little kids were hurt. Behind the scenes, my club is looking into it a little closer. Sin, Sapphire’s old man, is here in town because they commute between the two places, and I know he is not gonna be happy until blood is spilled. I’m all for it.

Fight fire with fire, I say.

What the Stilettos don’t need right now is another problem. Trying to figure out what Lanzetti’s next move is? That’s where I come in. I’m a pretty good actor when I need to be, so I keep my cocky remarks to myself. I’ll play dumb—that’s inevitable—but gaining their trust so they want me to come back is my number one priority. If I can get dirt, it’ll not only secure my place within the Bandits as a patched member, but I’ll gain favor with the Stilettos—and, hopefully, my queen.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m hooked. After this morning’s proceedings, I’m even more head over heels. Her ignoring me is temporary. I know she’s just trying to save face, and that’s understandable given her position in the MC. It’s the Wild West out here, and I’m not helping matters by being younger than her.

The truth is, maybe I was selfish the moment I set eyes on her. I can also admit that I’m wrong for not telling her the truth, but is that really a good enough reason for her to flat-out ignore me and say the things she said? Kinda harsh, but I’m not giving up. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s survive.

Day one at the farm is uneventful. I’m given a tour of the property, and that includes the main house where everyone congregates. Timothy Lanzetti is a businessman, but not a lot is known about him other than he’s a douchebag. From what I’ve heard, he sounds underhanded and slick. The Stilettos don’t buy his resort theory, and while that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, this place screams dirty money. This isn’t just a misunderstood man with a dream; he’s ruthless, and his men are hiding something. Everything is cloak-and-dagger. There are locked barns at the rear of the property, under guard. He’s probably running a fucking drug cartel back there. Wouldn’t put it past him, but he’d be stupid to do that with Sheriff Calloway so close by. He’s Diamond’s new squeeze, and from what I hear, they’re solid.

There are two main men I answer to; both of them seem like complete dick faces. The older of the two, Ricky, barks orders, and his sidekick, Larry, has a nervous tic that’s making me fucking jumpy.

I’ve always been good with my instincts, call it being street smart, but something about this place is just plain weird. For one, I’ve only been here a few hours and I can’t see that there’s much to fucking guard. I need to find out what’s in those massive sheds in the back.

I’m stationed along one boundary, nowhere near the suspicious sheds, and I’ve been told to shoot on sight if I have to. These men are fucking maniacs.

This is gonna be the most boring job in the damn world, just standing here seeing who goes in and out, and there’s not even much of that.

My phone beeps with a message, and I pull it out, hoping it’ll be Ruby. It’s not; it’s Sin.

Sin

How’s it goin over there?

Me

Boring as bat shit. Nothing to report yet

Sin

I’m staying in town for a few days. We can catch up later

Me

Sounds like a plan

Sin

I want the layout of the property