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Bonnie's eyes lit up. "Good for you, honey. If he's too blind to see that you could be the best thing to happen to him, then it's his loss."

Yeah, his loss,I thought to myself.

Mine, too.

Chapter 16

Ace

I slammed my whiskey back and set the glass down, determined to give my full attention to what was going on during church and not think about the woman who was slowly giving me an ulcer. Emerson was playing with fire, flirting with one of my brothers. And what the fuck happened to her Romeo? I'd seen the kiss pretty boy had bestowed on her when I'd first walked into the bar. It had lacked passion and fire, and I was fairly certain it had left her dry as a bone.

It had taken super human strength not to go over to them and punch his perfect fucking teeth down his throat. Is that what Emerson was looking for in a man? Some squeaky clean, model-type fucker who probably only knew one vanilla-style way of pleasuring a woman? It pissed me off to think that they might be fucking. What pissed me off even more was that the image of the two of them twisted together acted like acid burning a hole in my gut. It was because I wanted her for myself, but my gut warned me that taking a sweet woman like her would be a huge mistake. Emerson was too fucking softhearted for a hardened, bitter man like me. And sweet had never tempted me before.

So why, then, had I become fixated on her? I should have fucked her from the beginning, and I asked myself why I hadn't. If I had, I wouldn't be going through hell now. I'd know how soft her thighs were when I jerked her wet cunt down over my hard dick. I'd know how her curvy hips fit into my hands, how her soft, fleshy tits filled my palms. I'd know how tasty her hard little nipples were as I tugged on them with my mouth. I'd made myself hard thinking about her, so when Candy had come along and plopped herself down onto my lap, I'd let her stay.

Her grinding had given me some relief, but I hadn't come. Fuck, no. I'd decided then and there that I was going to have Emerson. She was the only woman who’d satisfy my urges now. I didn't know when it was going to happen, just that it was. And when the time came, I was going to fuck her until her pussy was swollen and sore, until she couldn't walk straight because I'd rutted between her fleshy thighs all fucking night.

Until I'd fucked her out of my system.

It was the only way.

"You with us Ace?"

I slowly turned my attention to Tanner, realizing that my head hadn't been present, and the frown between his eyes indicated that he knew it. I nodded anyway, because I wasn't about to let my president know that a woman had commandeered my thoughts. The club and my brothers came first. We all lived by that motto. Driving the Hellraisers out of town was a priority, and anything else took a back seat.

"I'm here," I smirked, crossing my arms.

Tanner nodded.

"Understand you already had a run in with the Hellraisers," Dawson quipped, drawing my attention. I liked the brother, but his flirting with Emerson had pissed me off because it was as good as him saying that he was interested in her.

Someone snorted. "They thought they could take down an old man."

I grinned back at Gabe, giving him the middle finger.

Tanner leaned forward. "We've had a couple of run-ins with them. We asked your chapter to send in help because the fuckers refuse to leave town willingly."

"Glad to help." Joker was the enforcer of the Tennessee chapter and a tough old fucker at sixty-years-old. Bald, tatted up and pierced, he had a reputation for being fierce and lethal with a gut instinct that had saved the lives of him and his brothers many times over. "Those fucking assholes have been wreaking havoc all over the south."

"Who else is coming to help?" Charlie had recently been discharged from the army. Word was the thirty-five-year-old had been a damned good sniper.

Several of my brothers snorted at his question, but Tanner was the one who responded. "Who you see in this room is it, brother."

We'd decided to move church to my house once the conversation had turned to the Hellraisers. I watched the six brothers from Tennessee scan the rest of us in my living room, their expressions revealing slight surprise but not an ounce of fear.

Everyone in the room knew that the Hellraisers had far more numbers than the eighteen of us who were present. But they were a group of misfits and criminals, unorganized and sloppy. We were all competent ex-military men with specific skills, trained to systematize and work out strategic battle plans.

"So, what are the plans to run them out of town?" Jigger, a tall, thin brother with a bright purple Mohawk inquired. "I take it you asked them to leave nicely, they refused, and that's why we're here?"

Tanner nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Something like that. Of course, we'd like to keep the violence to a minimum. We're working with the cops. We've been given carte blanch to do what we need to do to get rid of the Hellraisers."

"So the cops are going to turn a blind eye to killing?" Joker growled around a grin.

"There will be casualties, but we're not planning to go in hot," I began, thinking about the conversations my brothers and I had already held before the other Sentinels had arrived. "They're staying out at Cacklebery."

"At least that's working in our favor," Coffee said in his deep baritone voice. Coffee was built like the actor Michael Clarke Duncan had been, and was just as dark-skinned. He was an expert at explosives, and one powerful hit from his meaty paws usually knocked a man out cold. "If shit does turn bad, at least there won't be too many civilians around."

Several nods went around the room. No one wanted civilians involved or hurt. The cops wouldn't be as understanding about what went down if that happened.