“Just sometimes,” Angel says.

“Thank f**k,” I breathe too loudly.

Now they need somewhere they can call home. I walk to the chapel and snatch up some keys and walk back to the girls.

“On one condition,” I say.

“What is it?” Angel sighs.

“You both move into one of the club houses. There’s one that has five bedrooms and six baths. It’s in the middle of nowhere. It sits on thirty acres of dry land. We normally use it for family coming in. There’s also a small guest house by the pool where I can have security there during bat shit crazy times,” I say as I twirl the key around on my finger.

“Pool,” Lana squeals.

“Yes… pool.” I roll my eyes at her. She’s adorable, and it’s no wonder she’s got Pyro wrapped around her finger.

“Wait… what’s the rent?” Winter asks me.

“You’re my ol’ lady. I ain’t having you pay me f**king rent. Are you trying to insult me?”

“I’m your ol’ lady? Since when?” she asks.

“Since I spotted you in white wearing a pair of wings,” I say seriously.

“I sorta more than care about you,” she whispers.

“I sorta more than care about you, too.”

C’mon Angel, it’s not that hard to say. It’s a four-letter word, and it starts with L. Why won’t she say it? Better yet, why won’t I? This not getting laid shit is screwing with my mind. I’m not trying to pressure her, but damn if I’m not craving that body of hers and the way my c**k feels inside of it.

“Prospects and Shadow c’mere,” I holler out.

Shadow walks up with the prospects. “Go to Angel and Lana’s apartment, pack up all their belongings, and do it nicely. If one thing gets broken, Shadow here is to smack you upside the f**king head. Am I clear?” They nod. “And then take it all to the five bedroom home. Don’t be sniffen their damn panties and shit either. Respect their belongings.”

“Prez.” They agree.

“Shadow, make sure shit gets done right. These two mean a lot to the club.” I motion to the girls.

“No problem, Prez,” he drawls.

I watch them walk away and out the door to the middle of the compound. I turn my attention back to the girls who are smiling so damn bright. I tease them by pulling my shades over my eyes.

“Pyro is gonna be over the moon.” I laugh at Lana who’s face does a one eighty.

“Shit, I gotta go check on him,” she groans and takes off faster than a speeding bullet.

“You seem like you’re enjoying the moving counties and club idea and all.” Winter grins at me.

What’s not to like or enjoy? She’s going to be closer to me and let’s face it; I have this addiction to her that I can’t seem to shake. At first, I’ve even contemplated that it was because I haven’t f**ked her outta my system yet because we’ve barely done any of that, but then again it’s just her. My hell’s angel.

“It means I have access to that pu**y anytime I want,” I whisper low.

“Fucking jackass.” She shoves at my shoulder. “I think Lana has something more going on that she’s not telling me. I know she still can’t be blaming herself for this shit storm. She and Pyro are making me f**king dizzy.” Angel cringes when she says the word dizzy, and f**k if that doesn’t make me wanna kick myself in my own balls.

“She’ll talk to you soon enough,” I say. I don’t know how to talk to the ladies about their BFF problems and shit. I’m a f**king biker who deals drugs and f**ks. I don’t converse.

“So you guys want a large club or a small one?”

“A big one baby, an oh so big one.” She bats her eyelashes at me causing me to groan. Fuck with this teasing shit.

“Will I get to f**k you in your office?”

“If you’re a good little boy.” She winks. “I’m gonna go upstairs for a bit. Meet me there in one hour and not sooner. And knock before you come in.” She points out with a stern but sexy face.

My brows pull together as I watch her walk away. Well what the hell. She is so damn cryptic and shit.

I walk to the fridge, pull out a beer, and strut over to the couch. What the f**k to do for an hour? I can tell you that this entire hour, my dick is gonna be standing tall, wondering what the f**k my Angel is up too.

“Yo Prez, what’s up?” Sniper plops down next to me.

“Waiting an hour,” I grumble taking a gulp of my beer.

“What for?”

“Angel is up to something,” I groan using my free hand to run through my hair.

“I would say she’s up to something because she was out spray painting something red the other day.”

“Spray painting? What the f**k could she be spray painting?”

See, she’s a cryptic f**king girl.

“Hell if I know. She healed up yet?”

I grimace, and he laughs. “I take that as a no. Give it time brother. She’s a strong girl and I bet when she finally does, she is going to blow your f**king mind.”

She already has repeatedly, just not lately but I don’t tell him that. I don’t like him thinking about my Angel being f**king naked. Shit burns my mind knowing others have seen her naked but I know if they start this club, I better get used to the idea again and f**king quick.

“We got a few more snowball lines. We’re gonna go run them up to Petra if you don’t care.”