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After dropping off the very sexy but very pissed-off kitten at home, I showed her to her room. She didn't like it but she accepted it. I'm sure she knew she was safe after seeing my security system.

I drove to the clubhouse preparing my talk with Hatchet. With everything that went on with Alex, I wasn't sure how it was going to go. I knew he wouldn't let a woman be abused, but he might be apprehensive about starting a war with a club we know nothing about. I would get Whiz in on it to see exactly what Jasmine's dad was all about.

Hatchets door was open. He and Diablo looking over documents for future businesses and g*n runs with the Bratva.

"Hey Ace, how's it going?" Hatchet asked, puffing on his cigar.

"Well, we got a bit of an issue boss. Pretty sure I know who those fu*ks are who tried to breach Trixie's. And it has to do with Jasmine."

"Who the hell is Jasmine?" Asked Diablo.

"She's one of the dancers. The one that knocked out that as*hole with her shoe."

"Aww right. The one with a great a*s." Hatchet smirked.

Some emotion panged in my chest hearing Hatchet make that observation. Jealousy? That can't be it.

"Look, she's running from a very fu*ked up situation. She never stays long in a town. Her dad's MC from Washington has been looking for her. Sick ba*tard sold his own daughter to his VP as a kid and that equally sick f*ck claimed her. And not nicely. Tortured her, got her pregnant. She ended it and ran."

"Jesus Christ." Diablo huffed out. I knew he would understand and want to help after everything with Alex.

"So what are you asking Ace? Spit it out." Hatchet was always straight forward.

"Well, I'm not sure if we have a choice. They know she's here. They want her back, and I don't think they will stop until they do. I don't want her to keep having to run, man. We are looking into the club, but they sound pretty small compared to us. I have Jasmine at my place in my spare room. She's safe, for now."

I looked at Diablo, who smirked. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Di*k.

"Shacking up with her, huh? You gonna claim her?"

I knew the rules. Once a woman is under your protection and off limits, you have to claim her. She was definitely under my protection and if I wanted the backing of the club I had to claim her. She was also very much off limits. I didn't want any of these as*holes putting their hands on her. He*l I hadn't even yet, and she was already tunneling under my skin.

"Ya, I'm claiming her. I'll explain it to her later."

"Alright then. You and Whiz look into his club. I want to know anything that can help us track them down. I also want more security around the businesses and old ladies. These guys sound sick, and since they have no qualms hurting women, I want them watched."

"Already on it boss."

I left for my office having already texted Whiz the information.

Rounding a corner I ran into Lyla.

Da*nit.

"Hey there, stud. How about I take care of you tonight? No limits, you can do whatever you want."

I sighed. Women like her are what every good Dom hates in a sub. Having no limits is dangerous for both parties. Not that I would ever take Lyla as a sub.

In fact, anytime I think about taking on a full-time sub the only woman I think of is my kitten. My kitten? Well, I guess technically she is.

"Move Lyla I'm not in the mood. And I'm saying this one more time, so hear it and digest it. You will never be my sub. I already have someone claimed. So knock this sh*t off."

The look on her face was priceless. She always assumed because she was my favorite piece of a*s that I'd claim her one day. He*l she even had the other girls convinced.

"Let me guess, the stripper wh*ar? God, I should have known by the way she looked at you. She's a gold digger, Ace. It's clear as day."

I laughed. A full belly all out laugh. "Gold digger? Honey, you must not have seen that woman dance. She doesn't need my money, it rains on her every night.

Her face turned bright red . "Whatever." She stomped off. Jealous bi*ch. I hate jealous women. Especially when they have no business feeling that way.

After a few hours in the office, I decided to head home. Genuinely curious what kitten was up to.

I walked in and saw a surprisingly serene scene. Jasmine wrapped up in a blanket. Steaming cup next to her with a book sat on her lap. She looked like she was at home. Well, I guess technically she was. Until we got rid of those fu*kers or she decided to dip in the middle of the night.

"Hey."

"Hey." She looked up and smiled.

"You hungry?" She nodded. "Come on I'll cook us something."

"Oh you don't have to, we could order something."

Jasmine

He smirked. "You don't keep a body like this on fast food kitten. Come on, I'll whip us up something."

Cocky ba*ard.

But he wasn't lying. I hadn't seen him naked, but even through his clothes I could tell he was a God of sculpted muscle.

And apparently one that can cook.