I mouth the words I love you as she walks backwards and she grins before turning around. Fuck, she does things to me.

“Breaker,” I snap.

“Yo, Brax, it’s Juan. I got some info for you.”

I squeeze the phone tight to my ear. I never like what Juan f**king delivers, but he’s one of the best at f**king getting information and hearing shit.

“Listening,” I growl.

“Is your ol’ lady Winter Belov?” he quietly asks into the phone.

FUCK!

“Shit… keep going,” I say as I walk outside of the building.

“One of your bunnies from the club let it slip up at a bar to one of Snake’s bunnies. I don’t know that name, but what I hear is that Belov is a big name on the East Coast and I figured you wanna know? When should I expect payment,” he says curtly.

He already knows this is big or he wouldn’t have asked for informant payment. I spout off the normal; I’ll send a prospect out to deliver the payment in the usual place and I hang up. I dial the club and sure enough, Eagle answers. We call him Eagle because the prospect is bald as an eagle with tats all up on his head. The dude is only twenty and he’s pierced and tatted up more than any of the brothers at the club.

“I need you to take five hundred outta the shop drawer and pay Juan,” I say simply.

“Prez,” he says acknowledging my order and I hang up.

I walk back inside the building and growl out the new information with gritted teeth so only that Pyro can hear me.

“Motherfuck… Bom Bom or Creamy? Those two bitches are the only ones that hang around enough to hear that shit. I didn’t think anyone but the brothers f**king knew.”

Fucking ditto. I wanna scream and yell.

“Angel will f**king flip.”

I agree.

“Hey guys, we got a lunch order,” Creamy says walking in alongside Bom Bom and I feel my blood boiling to an all-new high.

“YOU FUCKING CUNTS! WHICH ONE OF YOU RAN YOUR MOUTH OFF TO ONE OF SNAKE’S PIECES OF ASS?”

“Jesus baby, what is wrong with you?” Winter yells running up to me. I shove her away and snatch the food outta their hands before I ruin Angel’s lunch. I hand her the bag of food before I turn my attention back to the bitches with diarrhea of the mouth.

“Who told another bunny that Angel is a f**king Belov?” I am seething mad.

“Oh shit,” Winter groans.

“I think I might’ve done that, Braxxon. I’m so f**king sorry,” Creamy says her voice shaky.

I wanna kill this bitch. I bitch slap her and she flies backwards skidding across the floor. Bom Bom is screaming at me, but I hear nothing but blood boiling in my ears. Like we need any more f**king problems. When will Angel and I ever get a damn quiet break?

“You’re done with my f**king club.” I point my finger in Creamy’s face.

“Braxx baby, don’t be harsh; she didn’t mean it.” Winter begs me.

“What the f**k do you care? This bitch just stirred up more trouble, baby. More trouble that we don’t need.”

She pulls me into a smaller room away from everyone and shuts the door behind us as she flicks on a light switch.

“We’ll deal with it. Just don’t banish her. The club is all Creamy has.”

I swear I know men are supposed to be strong and all that shit, and I’m a president of an MC, but f**k if this shit isn’t wearing me thin.

“I can’t lose you, Angel. I won’t f**king do it.”

Winter wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me close and I wrap my arms around her. Fuck, she smells so good.

“I’m not going anywhere. I take the L word seriously,” she mumbles into my chest and that does shit to me.

“Dammit… baby. I’m just tired, and I want us to have a peaceful few months at least. I mean shit; it’s been nonstop since we’ve met.”

“I know,” she says as her phone rings and she unwraps her arms and digs it outta her back pocket. “It’s the Doc.”

“Hey Doc,” she answers and goes quiet while she listens. “Thank you,” she says hanging up the phone

“What’s up?”

She sighs. “Haley is pregnant, and Piper and Storm have Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. So far, the HIV tests are negative. He’ll do another in a few weeks. He’s taking some meds over to them now.”

Shit could’ve been worse; they could have something they couldn’t get rid of. For now, they are lucky. They’re even luckier that my Angel and Lana are getting them straightened out.

My phone rings again and I roar.

“Peace? What’s that?” Winter teases.

“I dunno baby,” I say as I brush my lips against her forehead.

“Breaker,” I snap into my phone.

“Your last name is Breaker,” she says in disbelief and I wink. Fuck, we have so much to learn about one another.

She points to her right eye. “Ya,” she says then points to her heart. “Tebya,” she then points to me. “Lyublyu,” she says quietly, opening the door, walking out and leaving me with a hard-on from her teaching me I love you in f**king Russian.

“It was a long f**king twelve hours Prez, but about half a million was cleaned up. Max is taking the money to where it belongs,” Smokey says into the other end of the phone breaking me outta my hard-on for my Angel.

“That’s a twelve hour haul?”

“No, it was an eight hour haul. Four hours were spent getting it transferred from rock to paper.”